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Old empty bed...springs hard as lead
Feel like ol’ Ned...wished I was dead
What did I do...to be so black and blue

Even the mouse...ran from my house
They laugh at you...and scorn you too
What did I do...to be so black and blue

I'm white...inside...but, that don't help my case
’cause I...can't hide...what is in my face

How would it end...ain't got a friend
My only sin...is in my skin
What did I do...to be so black and blue

How would it end...ain't got a friend
My only sin...is in my skin
What did I do...to be so black and blue

-Louis Armstrong

I feel heavy walking around in the daylight 

feels so heavy on my skin that absorbs the gentle rays of the sun

...but not so absorbing of the push down glares

glares that cut you down on side walk

peers that that dismiss you in the diner

glances that pass you over in some interviews

there aren't many...

not much towards me at least

times have lessened the views of skin color and cultural differences

but it hasn't diminished

"and yet I hope my children will not go through discrimination like I did."
that is what is what my father said.

"and yet I hope my children will not go through discrimination."
that is what I will say.

" and yet I hope my children will not know about discrimination."
that is what my son will say...

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