White girls got no rhythm
You're chanting at me
You think I don't see
Through your façade
Through all your lies
What, do you think I'm stupid, that
I don't know what you're saying
That I don't know what it means?
Maybe you do
Maybe you don't
Come on; see past my pale face
When you look at me, what do you see?
Do you see another face?
Or do you see another color?
I'm not gonna tan no more
Sick of feeling self-conscious
About my skin
About the colors I was born with
So don't tell me
Do not tell me that I don't understand
What you've gone through
I been through plenty
Dealt with a lot of guys like you
You say that there's too much racism
In the world;
Too much violence
Well, that's true
But what are you going to do
About it, do you think that
Your little whine
Your hatred, your anger
Is gonna help?
Is the world gonna feel sorry for you
And stop the violence
So you can feel better?
Well, if that's true
Then I do feel sorry for you
But not because of your trouble,
No,
Because of your point of view
The world got its own axis
It don't need yours, too
So stop thinking
That we're all gonna stop
And think of you
Get off your butt
Stop chanting your racist view
No chiggers, no wiggers, and no niggers
No towel-heads, no wetbacks
Just people
Trying, striving to get by
It's not just you
So get up out of your own skin
See it from another point of view
This is the reason MLK got shot
You want change? You want it to end?
Do something.
Don't just stand there, laughing
Get off your lazy butt
And do something about the world
'Cause it ain't about to change-
Not if you don't want it to.
--Patience Collier
On behalf of all the victims of two-way racist traffic, of all the white, black, or anything in between kids who get ridiculed: You don't deserve that. No one does.