I have written several poems about bigotry as an attempt to show the ugliness of bigotry.
Mr. may I please ride your bus?
I won't say word or make a fuss
My momma she's sick with an upset tummy
Please Mr. Bus driver! I've got the money
I need to get some medicine to help her get well
Please Mr.! I'll never tell
I know I'm black but I'll lay down in the backseat
I won't make a sound not even a peep
Look little girl I don't anger easy and try not to cuss
But there ain't no nigger ridin' on John Bigot's buss
If your momma's that sick maybe she should be hung
Take her on down to where the last nigger was strung
Black's are all right when they're in their right place
Six feet under lookin' St. Peter in the face
Mr. if you have that much hate in your heart
I'd rather walk to the store it's really not that far
My momma will be ok God will watch over her
As for what you have medicine will not cure
You hate me because I'm black and of a different race
The only hope for people like you is the love and forgiveness of God's Holy Grace
