Seven years old
and color blind.
“Why do those kids
always sit in the back
of the bus?”
A collective gasp
and a driver demanding,
“Shut that girl up!”
Curiosity sentenced
to pinches and silence.
Wide eyed innocence condemned
for not seeing black and white.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Fireblossom over at Real Toads has us in
a time warp. The year is 1958. The little girl
in the poem was me.
Comments
It took me a while to fathom what you were on about.
Well done, Susie, very well done. I liked many things about the 1950s but discrimination wasn't one of them.
K