“Why is she black?”
Why did he ask?
I didn’t know dad was a bigot and would
recite one incident that made them all bad
I didn’t grow up around black people
So how was I to know he didn’t have a clue
His question was a shock that really hurt
It was the beginning of my awareness, my part
Mom accepted her without a blink
No rude questions or looks
It told me so much about her
She cherished her granddaughter
My cousin said I should’ve “announced” she was black
before she was born, to protect our grandparents from the shock.
What is wrong with with them?
Why do they only see her skin?
Surrounding us with good people, we felt loved
But I still had much to learn about this disease
the contagion of ignorance running through my race
It was sickening and I didn’t realize it would get worse
A new millennium came and yet it didn’t go away
Ignored in a restaurant, skipped over and waiting
Am I being too sensitive? Nope, I could see the hate
Judging a book by it’s cover seems the human fate
Ignore them, be smarter than them, they’ll go away
We’ll travel through the south and limit our stay
But they grow and they fester, damn it - they procreate!
Stop the blindness, why do family values now include hate?
I didn’t see it when I was younger. It turns out I’m glad
It could have made me ignorant like them, if I’d seen it in dad
Are they blind; she’s my baby, a human being
Why does it matter what flavor she came in?
I was blind to racism until I had a black child