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White Folks (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


White Folks are racists,
White Folks are mean,
White Folks believe they are beings supreme!
White Folks are thieves,
Petty and cruel,
White folks will use you
Like some living tool.
White Folks hold anger,
White Folks cause blame,
White Folks prevent
Black Folks from creating a name, for themselves
In a world,
Created for them
By us.
It's the truth,
Samuel Jones,
Only us Black Folks
You can trust!
------
What,
Black Man who's been absent all my life?
What,
Black Woman who will never become someone's wife?
What,
Black Girl who always giggled when I spoke?
And what,
Black Boy who just couldn't stop with the gay jokes?
Where were you
When I needed you--
When life seemed so grim?
Oh yeah. . .
You rejected me
'Cause I "talked just like them."
I can't stand all the bitching,
All this anger and strife!
Only YOU are to blame
For the outcome of your life!
So listen here,
Black Folks,
Let me tell you something that's
True:
White Folks aren't evil,
They're FOLKS,
Just like you!

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    1. Did you read the entire poem— specifically, after the hyphens? This poem is not an attack on the white community whatsoever. Why did you find it necessary to respond the way that you did?

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  2. I read the entire thing. It appeared as if the second part was written by someone else. I'm not entirely racist I just don't like blacks who hate whites. I will delete.

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