Wassup Wit Dat? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I often would wonder...
But never stayed in prolonged contemplation,
As to why people would go out of their way...
To make their racist hatred known,
When they could have easily remained...
From where they came,
To share similar values with those feeling the same...
Without traveling to distances to convince,
Those minding their own business.
And inconvenienced to listen to tales of superiority.
As if an attention is wanted to warrant,
A point with a doing obvious and noticeable.
Wassup wit dat?