Imagine being behind black face
In 1950 give or take
I wonder if then I was a child if I’d think unfair race
Back of the bus and education I don’t dare taste
They’re stepping over me while yelling there stay”
At my expense-their way
We lay down as stairs for their staircase
I heard in the future they’re blocking airways
The passage of time carries airwaves and lifts future voices
Vehicle for wisdom and denounces familiar white noises
I want to love the white man but his pride comes with poison
we’re neighbors though and my thoughts could more readily be avoided