Brown Just Like Me

it sure ain't the south but it sure was hot all the children danced in middle of the street just cooling off in the fire hydrants sirens could be heard miles away the streets were all blocked off as civil rights leaders waved flags of freedom while protestors shouted no blacks allowed thee empty logos read colored only others announced white only my grandmother was Irish my grandfather African American I was brown i felt distant and rather bored with only one crayon to color my famous drawing on this very hot day i'd finally completed my famous masterpiece a sheer work of art and what a sight to see that all of the faces were brown just like me suddenly my grandmother sighed again it sure ain't the south but it sure is hot