You hope their stories will be truthful and noble Not the kind that leave questions in your mind Not the kind you can discuss or the belt comes out You have to know your place My home and I do as I **** please was there way it was Your story about Martin Luther King was read at school In the Auditorium,quite special for a fifth grader Until you read it at home your were told they lied to you Don’t listen to them You don’t have to take History classes filled with lies We will see to that not your problem The story was written after Dr.King was assassinated What you learn in school and at home are very different You have to be carefully taught as an old song says One arm does not know what the other is doing Storytelling needs to be on board and above board More so today than yesterday The crumpled school certificate was crumpled and discarded as she ran to her room in tears She remembers after all these Years