I was presented with the Editor's Choice Award back on August 2005 For Outstanding Achievement in Poetry by poetry.com and the International Library of Poetry (Howard Ely, Managing Editor) for this poem.
Born unto the White race with no hood over my face I see the rainbow in everyone’s eyes Why? I ask God, why all the lies? Some may think I bleed green But that only happens in my dreams When my skin burns, I turn red ‘Specially when faced with the living dead Free yourself, while you still can That is what I said to the sad man Who eats rubbish from the badlands Whose freedom is sleeping on park benches Or screaming obscenities' from behind white picket fences Suckin’ on brews about the Good News That the Lord is gonna save us from our sins And we can keep on chewin’ in the pews Spittin’ our cud on those who refuse To believe in the Lord of the One who knew That we’re kursed with a sky the color of blue
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