She couldn't be pleasant and free
The burdens, in prison she be
Yet I remember the only gal
I thought would be my pal
Never met her til I was sixteen
Beautiful as a starlit queen
Brains, she had I do know
Mysteries, even though

Hang ups, a lovely face
Just spoke of color and race
Not a sunflower, or lily, or rose
I just was not one of those
Father, and brother, did please
I was just someone to tease
She said I was not the same
I was not part of her game

She studied to be a doctor
I really did like her
But, her crudeness was sin
For I was ill, and not a friend
Could not give a sick person love
Struggled with the man above(?)
I was not a sunflower, lily or rose
I was not a flower she chose

Yet, she became a doctor!
I still indeed like her
Yet I wonder 'bout her hang up
I was not the invited brown pup
The cherished puppy to cuddle
Or help jump over a hurdle
But, it's o.k., cause it's not her life
After all, she's not my wife

Like everyone else she did hurt
Making me feel like a pile of dirt
Father said, I was the wrong color
Mother didn't like the "other"
I was the "other", and not as good
It was something understood
It's so silly now, I think back
But, in my family it's a fact

Too light, and not tall and thin
My family was just full of sin
I didn't know this thing called race
I, like a human disgrace
Delusions, illusions, a person ill
They never gave me good will!
She came into my life as a storm
Left without a feeling so warm

But, she is one I do like
She must be very uptight
She's a real doctor now
Admired by me, don't know how?
Incredible, as big sisters come and go
How the human race has failed me so
Judgemental cries, is all I've heard
Yet never an ecouraging word....

I just wonder was her life full of that crap
The crap I knew, it's such a phony slap!
How people show their hangups at times
Yet, you just have to read between the lines...
It may have been the wake up call needed
An education of sorts, I have conceded
I was not the portrait of fondness and love
May have saved me, from the devil's love!

She's without children, and I wonder why
Just wonder what is the color is her sky?
It has not been easy being me, I know
Must be harder for her, and even though
There is a comonality in our blood and bones
Some people just have a need to throw stones....
She's worked hard I know to achieve a goal
One day I hope she finds a beautiful soul!

Like so many I've met along the way,
Hope they find a beautiful loving day!

(wherever she is, I hope she's happy and healthy
for I truly believe it is something she deserves!)