Christmas is coming, but I know it's all fake. The fat man through a skinny chimney, the flying reindeer, the Ho-Ho-Ho. It's all one big lie.
But at least a couple months after "Christmas,"the Easter Bunny comes. He'll shower us good little children with candy, and plant great big chocolate eggs under every tree.
I am Matthew Antoine the token bitter cynical black man who is fed up with society's evils, and yet does nothing to improve his people's position in life
I am Paul, the typical white man who, even though he's living in a racist society, tries his best to "be nice to the cute little monkey"