White Supremacy, Part Ii

... Worst of all was when I noticed while I was watching a ball game, the home team’s pants are mostly white, with a single stripe that’s not plain. A lonesome strip of color that represents mere tokenism, I never thought to see baseball through such a mind-changing prism. It says that whites carry the blacks, it couldn’t be more obvious, the white fabric does most of the job, the stripe is throwing a bone to us. And given all the black players who are then made to dress in white, the message couldn’t be more clear, you must white-wash to play the game right! I thought it was a simple game, but however wrong could I be, baseball was evil all along, the game is white supremacy! The waiter who forgot my fries, the clerk who carded me for beer, the law office that turned me down, the ex who left me here in tears, the cop who said I was speeding, the gas pump that ran out of juice, the player who gave no autographs, the crossword in the daily news, it is not me who has to change, I’ve never seen it more clearly, every single thing I do not like is due to white supremacy! If you don't like this poem, it's white supremacy.