This is the finale of my four part poetry project for the book Friday Night Lights. Enjoy!
We don't belong most of the time.
Just because of the difference in skin.
God teaches us to love everyone.
Kind of hypocritical don't you think.
We stick out as plainly as a white mouse trying to hide in brown dirt.
The only place we really seem to fit in is on the football field.
The rules are the same for everyone there.
Win the game.
Simple.
Maybe we're trying to win our own game.
To be equal with everyone.
But they've made the rules quite clear.
Stay on your side of the tracks we'll stay on ours.
But we're not ready to forfeit our game.
Not yet.
