I ain't black and no way I could be
but I grew up around a black town
Alsuma, OK where they came after the race riot in the 1920's
some 40 years later they were my neighbors...friends...and business leaders

My grandmother made me respect women
white or black...they were to be revered
they were the backbone for the family
and they were our spiritual leaders

It wasn't until junior high that my perception changed
what I was taught in school, read, or seen on television
I just could not understand

Why were they persecuted
why were they chastised
why were they made to feel in-human
I was saddened

They were human
farmers, parents, teachers, good country folks
they worked in the fields along side us
ate with us
prayed with us
and were my childhood friends

I could not understand their struggle
guess I may never...cause I am not black
but truth be told
the same blood runs in my veins as theirs

I struggle to survive in a world of chaos
fight for a fair wage
desire to own my own home
I try to follow my heart, dreams
and seek a relationship with God...which somedays come hard
just as they do...

Ain't that the same for us all?

Then why is there so much hate?

02/05/2007

Posted on 02/05/2007
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