Racist Love

Martin Luther King Jr.

What do we think of when we hear his name?

A black guy? Peace?

Or do we only recall that he had fame?



When I hear about him in school

People look at me first

Am I just another black person?

I wonder what it would be like reversed



Racism, he was against so much

But what about people being racist to themselves?

Did he think it was too hard to believe

That we could be racist to ourselves?



Did he think it hard to believe

That a white and black could fall in love with each other

People do now, they just don't notice

Don't marry that race, but if you want to, another



Blacks and whites, we can be friends

Enemies even, but not lovers

Considering our history, it is so odd

But not odd to be with others



We are still racist now

But not to each other, to our personal being

We play it like a joke, but we all truly know

This is easy to see, but hard for believing