Just because I'm black doesn't mean I am attributed to racism.
But when I am standing on the lunch line, waiting for a free meal,
I notice the whites shooting the death stare at me.
Yes, that look will certainly kill me by humiliation,
so I don't dare to look at them in the eye.
I just look at the floor and wait for them to pass by me.
This is just one of my typical days in Alabama of 1965.