Why does the child prefer pink over green
Or cry over butterflies but scream at the bees?
Why are the roses bought
While the wildflowers rot?
But the rose wasn’t enough
So we made it in every hue.
Why do we say the red bird sings,
When the black bird can only crow?
And we listen to the robin’s song,
But mock the black bird’s woe?
When they seek power and provision
Things of dreams are in my vision,
Their preaching silenced;
Their jazz invited.
People shout “enough is enough”
But change the ones who live it rough;
So, our diversity becomes dishonest,
Opportunist, synthetic, or simply monist.
We criminalize the cadence of the hip hop beat
The covered head or foreign speech
We pass the poor
In search of more
And to our God we do implore
To be the hands and feet of Christ
But only if those hands are white.
