Shaina Lloyd

Innocent Dreams

A white man was at a playground
pushing his son on the swing
'Look son, ' said the white man
'Never play with that....thing! '
The black man and his son ignored them
and kept swinging instead
Until the white man faced him
and said,
'Look at your skin color
what do you see?
A different color thats what
You're different then me
You talk different, act different
And walk different too
You dont belong here nig**r
None of your kind do.'
The black man told his son to go play
And turned back his head
He didnt want to cause a fight
So this is what he said,
'From one man he created all
The nations throughout the whole Earth
God created people in his own image
We are brothers from birth.
There is nothing wrong with us
We are the same as you
A different color shouldnt matter
What should matter is what we do
And the people that treat us like we're not human
And the people that dont want to get along
Hopefully one day will understand
That what they did and do is wrong
Something to remind you
That made alot of hopes beam
Is a song quoted
from a man that had a dream

My country 'tis of thee,
Sweet Land of Liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my father's died,
Land of the pilgriom's pride,
From every mountainside
let freedom ring.

The white man was shocked
At what he had to say
He wanted to get his son
And just get away
He yelled for his son
Commanding him, 'Let's go! '
But his son didn't come
He didn't even show
The black man pointed
in the direction
As he watched the two boys playing together
with love and affection.
The black man asked,
'Are you going to yell at your son?
Or are you going to leave him be
And let him play with my boy
to have some fun?
Now watch those two
What do you see?
Two children alike
Like you and me.'

By: Shaina Lloyd

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 26, 2008

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  • William Jackson (5/26/2008 1:07:00 AM)

    And a child will lead them. Great poem Sahaina. It is most interesting that a huge percentage of human beings' DNA is called common DNA. That which makes us slightly different is a actually a very small percentage. On top of that, we all bleed red. There is a philosopher named Dennis Prager who has said that there truly are only two races, the decent and the indecent, and skin color has nothing to do with it.

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  • Fahim Sayed (5/26/2008 12:11:00 AM)

    Really nice..great work....


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