When by their sheer numbers they could.
Before there were diapers for them to wear.
When one vote erased the ten colored ones.
Before they knew how to spare the rod.
When even the educated could not now reason.
Before change caught most off guard.
When the ignorant are competent,
and the few whom wrested words from nothing are not.
Before voting was a social obligation.
Where children dreaming is a new mental illness.
Before old white people knew that the other's,
like me would have no more white babies.
Because I could not afford to raise the next
generation like you.
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