#differentontheoutside

A poem >:(

No, I did not meet the Wal-Mart Racist

In fact, I never knew he existed

Until you told me the horrible things

He said to you when you were but a child

In front of your mother

Because of the color of your skin

Of course she told them off

But you remembered

And could never forget

I sat listening

And I looked

And I looked to my skin

Then I looked to yours

How are we so different?

The truth is

We are not

We are the same

We have the same likes

We both are in the same grade

We both have dark hair

And yet

For the tiniest detail, a mere pigment

Causes the pig that is the

The Wal-Mart Racist

To become a part of your life

And not mine

Why?

He lurks in the aisles

And watches

And watches

And watches

And I have not seen him

Because he has no eye for me

Why?

Why do I meet the nice woman who tells me

Merry Christmas

Because I helped her with the computer

At self checkout

And you

Have met the man who judges not by character

But by the color of skin

Why?