The Wal-Mart Racist
A poem >:(
No, I did not meet the Wal-Mart Racist
In fact, I never knew he existed
Until you told me the horrible things
He said to you when you were but a child
In front of your mother
Because of the color of your skin
Of course she told them off
But you remembered
And could never forget
I sat listening
And I looked
And I looked to my skin
Then I looked to yours
How are we so different?
The truth is
We are not
We are the same
We have the same likes
We both are in the same grade
We both have dark hair
And yet
For the tiniest detail, a mere pigment
Causes the pig that is the
The Wal-Mart Racist
To become a part of your life
And not mine
Why?
He lurks in the aisles
And watches
And watches
And watches
And I have not seen him
Because he has no eye for me
Why?
Why do I meet the nice woman who tells me
Merry Christmas
Because I helped her with the computer
At self checkout
And you
Have met the man who judges not by character
But by the color of skin
Why?
-Monarchiicheetah