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
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