I wrote this back in 2004 when I moved from MD to south GA. The amount of racial hate was so overwhelming, from all sides.  It was a big culture shock for me even though I am originally from the south.




Trash

Yes, we live in poverty

We own no mansions, yachts, or diamond rings

We come from southern ancestry

Where life is lived quite differently

 

We still live in yesteryear

Bash a nigger, bash a queer

It's how we keep away our fears

It's how we bond with our peers

 

We will lie, cheat, and steal

As long as it will close the deal

Then later on, we'll be on our knees

Asking God to forgive us please

 

We know that we have elegance

Even though we have no eloquence

And our station in life is on the fence

Do you think maybe, we're a little dense?





Poetry by LacyxDevine
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Written on 2022-03-16 at 21:05

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, so true Lacy
2022-03-18


D G Moody
I thought you put a lot of feeling into this; and it is too the point, with a decent rhyming sequence.
2022-03-17


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful, hard-hitting. And a situation keenly to be lamented.
2022-03-17