Chances are your company is figuring out how to better it’s image and build capital for the executives. They could care less about you and your Black president. Plus, negroes aren’t popular until they can pimp us for some change…and I don’t mean the Obama kind…

Pimps don’t always congregate on corners. They often reside in pulpits, NAACP Conferences, corporate board rooms, and university classrooms. Being a leader comes with perks, and sadly, some men of power and influence feel entitled to pimp the trust and adoration of women to their sleazy self interest.

What is hard to fathom, personally, is why in this era of relentless media inquest, do men like Detroit Mayor Kwame M. Kilpatrick, President Bill Clinton, Jesse Jackson, and others keep getting caught with their pants down?

I wrote a poem (circa 2000) called ‘F— Jesse’ in response to his comments about the movie ‘Barbershop’. The way I remember it he took a joke from the movie completely out of context. So I called his ass out in the great city of East Lansing (Ed and BPS produced one hell of an event) and my sentiments for him have not changed. Mr. Keep Hope Alive suffers from the sense of entitlement plaguing our civil rights leaders.