Year: 2000
Place: Venice, Italy
A man spit at us today,
not sure why.
We were not in his way, but he
went out of his to show his disgust,
we make not one cry,
at the sight of a man, woman, and child,
but continued our lunch under the heavenly sky.
sitting and eating under the heavenly sky.
A man spit at us today,
not sure why.
He was sort-of tall and lanky in sight,
hidden behind dark glasses,
an Italian white.
He walked away proud, sure of his result,
that we now felt much shorter than short,
much less than we are, less than human than we are,
but we found a sweet solace in the heavenly sky.
At home in America the same is true,
subtle hatred towards those with the African hue.
The same would not be true,
were I a German or a Jew,
should I hail from India or Asia,
the same would not be true.
Still...rejected are those
made black by the African hue,
even by our own,
yet share we the same view of the heavenly sky.
A man spit at us today,
now I know why,
our skin happened to be tarnished under that big heavenly sky.
