We don't like your kind.
We are above you.
Least that what I been told.
And came to believe until we steal all your creative things.

So, he inquired?
What kind?
Am I if I might ask?

You know.
Really, I don't know what my kind is.

We bleed the same color blood.
Created the same way out of love.

The bigot, you are getting too big for your britches.
****, I never thought about that.
They seem to fit me like those overalls you wear.

I just thought I throw that in there.

The bigot.
There you go trying to confuse me.
You Nigers always confusing to me.

Sir, do you need help with spelling.
I noticed in your bigotry you left out a letter.

The bigot.
Just leave me alone.

Well, I never started the conversation.
Long been told to leave a hateful soul alone.