The Seeds of Racism Mommy, mommy, Come meet my friend. Which one son, That boy near the bend? No, Mommy, No. He's got curly hair. I see him now son, That boy over there. No, mommy, No, He's taller than that! That must be him, son, That boy with the hat. No, Mommy, No, His shirt is blue. Oh! The Black kid! _______________________________ It's quite a silly rhyme but I think it does the job. What do you think? All comments and criticisms welcome. Peace, Aidan
Works for me, but the last stanza doesn't quite fit the body of the piece. Though, since it's by design, it works.
Holy shit. That about sums up the thought process in place while I was growing up in Boston, in the 60's. I'm happy to say that it isn't this way in subburban Connecticut, with my kids in school. Aidan, another fine job, as far as I'm concerned. I just love the "punch" delivery at the end.
hi there very true picture of life here very good poem in schools also about 8 years ago my son was retold this with other differences ie red hair....he was 5 years old at the time... when an incident happened with a group of children in school. he also was asked various questions about his attitude and i was furious..still living in a colour worry world you see..... if this makes sence... how does a child see others. is the question they learn from the past and the parents ie education..... so keep spreading the word... lovenpeace from saff
I just don't see how seeing different colors is a terrible thing sometimes I get in the mood to jerk off to black girls, other times indian/latina girls, other times asians not every mention of race is negative.
this sounds like my parents...but ive rebelled against them and their stupidity on that particular issue.
wow...this just about sums it up huh? nice, simple piece.......with a strong message............RACISM SUCKS!!!!!!
and I might add although I don't agree 100% with the message of the poem, I see where you are coming from, and I do like it quite a bit I went through my teen 'trying to be artistic' phase, but now I see that sometimes the best poetry is the most simple poetry