Adversity to Diversity

Helping Momma carry groceries after a long wait in line, I spot a water fountain but can’t read the sign. Parched, I run to it, unaware of my crime, The water here is just so much colder than mine. But lots of screaming and a slap in the face, Is just enough to “put me in my place.” Momma grabs my hand and picks up the pace, She reminds me we’re designated an inferior race. A little white girl asks me if I want to play ball, Then her mother comes dashing, completely appalled. She says to her child that they don’t know where I’ve been, And my talking to her was a punishable sin. She tells her girl that she simply doesn’t understand, But somehow I think she understands more than they can. The white children lucked out and get to have all the fun, But what kind of race decides I lose when I haven’t even run?