The East Side
I used to live on the east side
When I was a girl.
Now the east side in my town
Was not the town's white pearl.
There were people of every color
And people of every creed.
We went to school together
And all learned how to read.
Now those that were from the west side
Never felt quite real.
There was a certain uppity-ness
That I could feel.
They kind of lacked the character
That one sided-ness does bring.
They never get the whole picture
Or understand the whole thing,
That separation begins like that
When you're just a kid
And continues in a contagious way
And spread like sickness did.
I've often thought I was fortunate
To live on the side of town
That taught me what it's like
To have all kinds of people around.
It's special and unique
To interact with all.
It brings you all together
And never builds a wall,
A wall that makes you think
You're better than the rest.
And so thank God for the east side.
It gave me what is best.
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