Father Is with Me


I remember a time
When life was just fine
It was kind of divine
Where everyone was the same
Until something changed
When I made a discovery
Where there was no recovery
As I looked down at the picture
That made a big fracture
In my little belief
That we were the same color
Where I wasn't brown
The skin the Caucasians clowned
But as I was looking at that little black girl
That made my life go whirl
I realized that I was in a shell
That protected me
But didn't let me see the truth
That I was black
And that was a fact
That changed my life.

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