I wrote a poem/song I just had to share with you folks. The title is the title,and it’s based on experiences of people I know.
My Baby is a pioneer,
I’m tellin’ you she has no fear
She joined the carpenters local
When they were just a bunch of yokels,
They tried to shame her
But she never showed a tear.
Well, her foreman fired her ‘cause she was a girl,
The union took her cause up in a whirl
Her lawyer won her case,
Then tried to give her a chase
When she just stopped by to get what she deserved
You can b*tch about Woke
Til your voice box is broke
And it ain’t gonna change the facts
It’s a white man’s world,
You can ask any girl,
Chances are she’ll say kiss my a**.
I got a buddy’s who’s a mighty fine man.
Only problem, he’s darker than tan.
When he crossed the street,
The cop on the beat
Wanted to whip him just as hard as he can.
Oh, this old world ain’t too fair
Unless you got white skin and straight hair.
As for everybody else, you can ask ‘em for yourself,
That is, if you really care.
You can bi*ch about Woke
’Til your voice box is broke,
But it ain’t gonna change the facts.
Ask a white man if his brother
Is a person of color,
Chances are he’ll say kiss my a**!
…and that’s the truth…
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