Imagine a child
Who doesn't have a place at the table
Who walks past houses where doors are shut to him
Who can't sit with others in public
Who can be beaten by strangers
For saying the wrong thing
Or for looking at a pretty girl
And what would you say if this was your child?
What would you say to a neighbor
and made fun of your children as they walked down the street?
Who slammed the door in their faces when they came asking for help?
Who didn't let them play with their children
Or to drink from a clean water fountain
Use a clean toilet
Or made them eat outside in the rain?
Who beat your children for looking them in the eye?
What would you give to be able to experience life from another
To more than know... to feel the truth?
That this is what it was like to be black in America.