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There were no blacks In our part of town No Asians, no Latinos None of them around. There were Italians, They were treated well. But anyone of color Might run into hell. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Whenever movies showed A crowd of good folk They were all Caucasian And this is not a joke. I was raised on TV shows Like Lassie and ****** And there were no blacks Living near the Cleavers. There was no understanding Of life for any non-whites. When I grew up I saw That little I learned was right. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Whenever movies showed A crowd of good folk They were all Caucasian And this is not a joke. There were radio stations then Where black music could not play. They had to get around that Some other sneaky way. That’s how we got Elvis, To fill that gaping lack. He got his first opportunity Because he sounded black. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Maybe it will change someday When we all celebrate The diversity of humanity. Wouldn’t that be great?
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
PASTEL AMERICA
There were no blacks In our part of town No Asians, no Latinos None of them around. There were Italians, They were treated well. But anyone of color Might run into hell. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Whenever movies showed A crowd of good folk They were all Caucasian And this is not a joke. I was raised on TV shows Like Lassie and ****** And there were no blacks Living near the Cleavers. There was no understanding Of life for any non-whites. When I grew up I saw That little I learned was right. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Whenever movies showed A crowd of good folk They were all Caucasian And this is not a joke. There were radio stations then Where black music could not play. They had to get around that Some other sneaky way. That’s how we got Elvis, To fill that gaping lack. He got his first opportunity Because he sounded black. Pastel America Everything sort of beige. It’s good to be pink in America. Caucasian is all the rage. Maybe it will change someday When we all celebrate The diversity of humanity. Wouldn’t that be great?
brent-kincaid
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
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