They used to tell me I wasn't native because I knew my dad.
They used to call me ****** because I did my homework.
They used to beat me up when they got bad haircuts.
They used call me ***** because my skin is brown.

I always thought this kind of stuff was pretty sad.
Like a joke with no punchline it just hung in the air.
When adulthood came they turned and forgot.
Now I play with Lego's to remember playing alone.
Just dancing along to the same old empty song.