When I was a kid I trusted everyone

When I was a kid racism didn’t affect me

When I was a kid, my friends didn’t do anything

When i was a kid i felt i was lucky because of this

From second to ninth I had my best friend

After 7yrs i thought our friendship would never end  

I never cared that he’s father was mean

I was just hoping it wasn’t in my friends gene

There was a reason why racism didn’t phase me

It was because I never really learned what it was

I didn’t realize how many people in my life were racist

When i realized that it felt like a hammer crushing my trust

A nicely cut lawn well painted house polished wood floor

Dusted house two story house and a racist dad

This dad knew his sons best friend was me, a black guy

His old racist mean unloving dad

We grew separate before I realized

I couldn’t stay his good friend

It hurt even more when I realized

He was also hurt from his dad

His emotions hit mine in places that i can’t be  healed

By the time I realized all of this

It was too late to help him