Why do you look at me like that
Like something that's was spat upon
I'm not supposed to be shunned
Are you mad because we won?
You know your children pick up on this
All of your racist hits
It's discomforting to know that
The future of America is still involved in racist combat
How will the world react
When 600 years later you still don't know how to act
It's been around 425 years
And mothers are still shedding tears
Black bodies still fearing
The racist torture they're enduring
Keep this in mind
Every time you stumble upon or find
Something that's not your kind
Because your words are similar to a fine.