Color Blind

Written by: Mark Goodson

I never knew black because I grew up white
Raised in a town which kept them out of sight
Born of Rock-&-Roll- north of the mason Dixon line
Lincoln our state’s hero - I never understood the why
In 63- off to college I would go
To a small southern town seemingly all aglow
But words like nigger, cracker, and white’s only were new to me
I saw at first-hand how contemptuous they demean
Black’s blood runs red- like mine when I bleed
The color of southern hate was splattered on a burning cross tree
Terrible- terrible ignorant blindness I did see
I prayed to my God- how can this be
Remembering Jesus loves the little children all the time
I learned to accept the color, the man- as a friend of mine
His soul- just as precious as mine to me
Because of God I respect his creed
A world yet still color blind- but now I see

3/9/12