He was born down in the south
His grandmama cooked fried chicken and greens
She was a hard old woman
But she took care of him by any means
His momma worked that night shift
To send him to a good school
His daddy wasn’t worth a nickel
But his momma wasn’t raisin’ no fool
Soon that boy went off to college
And started smellin’ his self
He started messin’ with them white girls
And forgot He was black himself
He made friends with some good ole boys
And started going to they church on Easter
One day they said, “We don’t like black girls”
And he said, “Yeah, me neither”
Valentine's Fall 
This hurt to read. But then, I realized how profoundly effing true it is.
Happy holidays!
Happy Holidays to you too my Silent Fall (I love that name, for obvious reasons of course Lol).
lol, I see! Yes, a lovely coincidence. Shall we have a coffee sometime? :o)))
Absolutely. 🙂
heh 🙂
I need a Time and place. Lol