Americans, a Poem

Segregation, translated…

The Tissues in the Restrooms

The Napkins

The Kleenexes

Were All, Segregated

then…photo from online…

You Couldn’t, Mix & Match to Use Them

Like the South During the Civil War

I’d Felt Bashful, Using a Roll of Toilet Paper to

Wipe My Nose Off

So, I’d, Shut the Door to My Own Room

and now…except that it’s, no longer called “racism”, it’s called, “Racial profiling”…comic from online…

And so, this, is how someone turns cold, a blind eye, to what’s currently going on, and because, there’s NOTHING that any of us can do about it, after all, discrimination, stereotypes, are the problem of this, greater world, and we’re, just small people here, so, how can what we do, make a difference, right?  So, it would be, EASIER, to just, turn that eye B-L-I-N-D, to pretend that we don’t see anything!