Separate But Equal Poem by Alan balter

Separate but Equal


I'm proud to be a purebred corn
With yellow ears from the day I was born
Like my cousins, the pumpkin and carrot
It's our light skin that we inherit

A few of the Greens are regular fellows
But most of them really don't like us Yellows
Especially the asparagus, peas, and lettuce
Dark skinned veggies who seem out to get us

They call us "uppity" to our face
And tell us we need to remember our place
So when we travel to a farmer's market
We get the back of the wagon until they park it

Once I spoke up and asked a broccoli
Why he always behaved so cockily
"You're exaggerating, " he replied real mellow
"Why some of my best friends happen to be Yellow"

Still, we're lower class crops everyone supposes
We get our water from separate hoses
And when it's time for the storage bin
The Greens are segregated with their kin

They still want fences between us mister
Afraid we might want to marry their sister
It's the same old story with many a sequel
Keep your gardens separate but equal