"Written by Someone of European Descent
by Scott Gerald Wendland
I ain't white! Did ya hear me?
So you shouldn't get comfortable using those racial slurs around me!
Like I said, "I ain't white." Didn't ya hear?
My name is Scott, but I ain't from Scotland.
I'm not from any white place really. I'm from America,
where God is the greatest
cuz of the colors he made us.
Somewhere I was though in America
when a man approached me wearing black boots.
"Say," he said. "Come join me in the KKK."
"Hey," I said to him. "I ain't white
and you should have known this at first sight."
Couldn't he see? Man, couldn't you see? Couldn't he see what I am?
An experiment, an experience, a guinea pig to what us new people
mean to each other.
It took me twenty 2 years to learn that theory,
and four to practice and prove this:
To da man on da left of me, I just say hello.
To da man on da right of me, I just say hello.
And I don't get pissed off at anybody
though they might look different from me.
And I don't get pissed off at anybody cuz my life sucks
or cuz my life is boring,
or cuz I judge my life to be worse off than somebody else's.
My experiment is part responsibility.
Responsible to make my own coffee, or make my own tea,
or fix my own damn lunch.
At a place where I used to work, the white dudes never took out the trash.
They just thought it somehow got there while they weren't looking
or because they were as busy as we were in our work.
The Latinos though, they knew it had to be done.
So off went the garbage with the Latinos and me.
What would a person like me do in a racial war?
What would a person like me do in a racial war?
Well, I'd sit in the field between the armies,
cuz God is the greatest
for the flowers she gave us.
Them, the soulfully colorful flavored I'd be picking,
so that beauty can live a little longer
amongst the presence of destruction.
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