Jimmy Lee
He had just crossed the street
A tuxedo,
Flowers in Hand,
Heading over
To Elizabeth Jackson's
And all of a sudden
BOOM.
Boom.
boom.
And it was over.
His life
Was over
Her Life
Had made a twisted turn
It was over
But what was not over?
Racism.
"You there, you modern Uncle Tom! Come over yonder!" He had yelled to the thousands of innocent black men.
Oh, it's the 21st century, they say.
We have, or soon will, evolve past racism, they say.
They SAY.
But do, they do not.
Words, no actions.
Because at the back of our minds, there is always racism.
When will it end?
The lives, I do not mean.
I mean to say
Racism.
[~S~]
Written on January 14, 2014, 6:43 pm
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