Where is the Jim Crow section
On this merry-go-round,
Mister, cause I want to ride?
Down South where I come from
White and colored
Can't sit side by side.
Down South on the train
There's a Jim Crow car.
On the bus we're put in the back—
But there ain't no back
To a merry-go-round!
Where's the horse
For a kid that's black?
very meaningful and really expresses deep thoughts of the people
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well this poem seems to show just how creul segrigation truly was to african american, my names ryan and i live in idaho so i haven meet many african americans but i know that they are part of america too i salute too my black brothers. O.o sorry for any mis-spelin'szis
*mispelling big brain
The fact that this kid has never met a black person is truly one of saddest things i have ever heard and his misspelling makes me wish I was lynched.
Jesus Christ: you WERE lynched, sort of