You Don’t Accept Me

You don’t accept me, for who I am,

You say that everything is cool

You only come to me when you’re in a jam

With your phony smile, you treat me like fool.

But I know where you’re coming from,

With you’re Ideals and false identity.

You wouldn’t feed me, not even a crumb.

Your sweet talking lips just lie to me.

You say we’re all one nation,

Mouthing all the politicians lies

Yet still you practice mental segregation.

Pride and bigotry you cannot hide.

You say that your God’s better than mine.

You can’t see past the color of the skin.

Wouldn’t be seen with your hand in mine

Don’t you know that we’re all pink within?

You don’t accept me, for who I am,

You say that everything is cool

You only come to me when you’re in a jam

With your phony smile, you treat me like fool.

Robin A Spicer  ©  March 27, 2005