Graceland

Graceland

I was born in the Deepest South where tears adorned

Black and White or mixed were separated in a racist delight

The sun shine smiled in blue sky where winter was a sweater

In December it was warm while the North froze in alarm

I didn’t see the reality before me in Alabama, Mississippi or Tennessee

I’m White you see and those who were not like me lived across the levee

The good ole’ boys were rough and kept the servant in his place

Come sundown and on the porch, Mama would frown if she saw any brown

My carefree days y’all and in the summers the clouds would come up a storm

I remember the violence in the streets when the change began

I remember Wallace was The Man and Bobby Kennedy from the hated clan

I remember the Klan and knew who were in the hoods as they ran

The essence of Liberty, is also not having to care about the damned

I don’t remember when I changed from then

My Black nanny saved my life – a White child from the South

I cry from my soul when I see those days of old, we were so wrong for so long