Her Pride, Their Prejudice

Tue, 10/21/2014 - 16:35 -- Qualema

She loved this one man with all her heart

He was kind, he was caring, and he was smart

There was only one problem with that man

He wasn’t black

His skin was porcelain, his eyes were blue

His hair was blonde, his beard was too

He spoke with an airy, southern rasp

He held me tightly with his warm embrace

All I remember is his flushed red face

I could not marry the man of my dreams

Only because he was of a different race

My family and their prejudice I couldn’t grasp

My head hung low, from losing my love

I lost my stride, my soul grew sad, I’ve lost my pride.

And that was that.

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