They make me feel
So low and filthy
Not fit to lick
The dirt off their shoes

What do they know
Hypocritical jerks
They don't know me
They know my race

They thinks us blacks
Are good for nothing
'Cept being slaves
Well, they're wrong

Haven't they heard
Of Rosa Parks
Martin Luther King Jr.
Any other famous blacks?

Apparently not
Because all they think
Is that we're stupid
And useless

They make me feel
So low and filthy
Not fit to lick
The dirt off their shoes

I'll show them
They'll care now
Once I get done telling
The truth to the police

They won't think of me
As a worthless cretin now
But an equal, a partner
Ahh... but I

Will tell them where I stand
Not lay down for them
No more "Yes, sir"
Just "Sure"

I don't hate them
I understand where they stand
It's in their genes, how they think.
I am forgiving. I do care.



Author's Note: No, I am not black but I feel strongly about racism and I wanted to write about it because I think some people don't get the picture. Y-mail me if you have any comments about how I portrayed racism in my poem. Thank you.