I want to tell you a story;

Of what happened to me today.

If you don’t believe me,

Then there is nothing more to say.

I walked into a gas station,

about two o clock to three.

Standing in line I happened to glance,

At the little girl on the side of me.

She looked at me with her big brown eyes,

And then she began to cry.

Startled by her reaction I bent down on my knees,

To find out what ailed her so and see if I could appease.

I asked her why a pretty girl would cry with such pain.

 She stopped crying long enough to look at me,

And this is what she said.

You are the devil, my momma told me,

And I should never trust you ; cause you will only try to hurt me.

She said all white people are evil and untrue.

Startled by her response, my own eyes began to tear.

This sweet child already corrupt with someone else’s fears.

I looked into her eyes as I withdrew a ten dollar bill.

And I responded with kindness for all her worst fears.

What could I say to a child of about nine?

Do I tell her her mother is full of  of lies.

And they say that racism has gone away for good

But it made this innocent babe cry.

So what would you tell this child that clearly someone misunderstood.

I told her I love her just as God loves us all,

With that I gave her the ten and dried her tears,

And took my place in line.

I will pray for the woman who scarred her child so,

And hopefully one day the little girl can see through the deception.

When I walk to the pearly gates God is going to judge me,

Not on my race, or nationality, but my life of good or bad deeds.

So knowing that his judgment is the only one that’s true,

I will hold my head up proud, and pray for the ignorance that corrupts our youth.

Pray for the day that no one will say I hate you because of a color.