Opposites Attract (A Poem about Racism)

You're black as night,
he's white as light.
You sit, you argue,
you stand, you fight.

You think about what is right,
but he's not thinking,
he's not that bright.

You say "Listen man,
this isn't right.
We shouldn't be arguing,
we should be tight."
He replies "Me and you tight? What are you thinking?
You say its not right but it has to be,
because to be right,
is to be white."

You're saying "White is a color,
so is black.
Put two and two together
and work your way back."
He's saying "What's so great about black?
It's nothing to compare.
Your ancestors sat in a shack
with nothing to do but labor
and stare,
while my ancestors sat in luxury, their table never bare."

You say "Man, you know nothing,
not anything at all.
Your pride is real short man,
you think you're so tall.
You say my ancestors are bad,
but you know whats worse?
Your ancestors did it,
it's the white mans curse."

The words his him hard,
he'd never thought of it that way. Had he thought this way before he'd of seen the light of day.

It's now a year later,
you're best friends,
tight buds.
When you look back now
it hurts to remember the duds.

You sit back and smile
as you enjoy his company,
then you think to yourself
"It was all worth the while."

One word of advice
I give to you all:
get to know each other,
don't help the fall.