Race Will Grow Old Everyday of my school days I walked pass a street That separates two cultures to two sides- On one side, much of the front yards were confined By aluminum fences with holes through everywhere - On the other side, the fences were nicer And the yards were painted with golden autumn leaves - Standing on the side filtered with old garbage bags that smelled like baby diapers On the front yard - A piece of paper flew my way, Lucky, I was able to catch it. It was a foodstamp dollar - Then a black child came up to me and took the dollar away With dark eyes and dirty hands - The mother called for the child into the house about two houses away - This side of the street was quiet and sheltered. Across the street, the white houses were cleaned and decorated with white tulips And white flowers ranging from the sidewalk all The way to the front door - I heard that not a Black family nor a Asian family live on the otherside - I was surprise - I never came through the street again - And I hope that one day this road of segregation would fade away. On my cane, and on my decades visit, There were Asian kids, Black kids, and White kids played together like a family. And all the houses on both sides of the street were full of Different color of flowers and tulips, Then I had a lengthy stay And race was gone, Alas -Birth sign: Scorpio
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