Poems about Race
A month after I was born, in 1955,
Mother told me
Of the beginning of the bus boycott
Because a woman of color
I need God, but I haven't found Him yet.
I looked for Him in church,
Where He’s supposed to be,
But maybe the High and Mighty got up and...
Turning my head from left to right
I see nobody alone in my sight
No disregard to race or color
We're fighting ourselves.
This is a time where color is not suppose to have signifigance.
But it does.