Sittin'

That white man dumped an entire glass of coke on my head and said I was “disgracin’ my mamma and papa”. He don’t know a thing about them. And that other man, there. said there was no point in this nonsense, said it was people like me who give pretty little white girls a bad name. This one here looked me in the eyes and called me a filthy nigger lover. So what’s the problem if I am? I’ve been sittin’ for 14 hours, 26 minutes and 38…39…40 seconds …and countin’. they say I’m only one person, but they don’t get that I am one. Because in this sea of coloreds here- sittin’ -I am one. I am that one pale cloud in the blue, blue sky. And I sure as hell am the white girl protestin’ for equal rights for the blacks. Because this, this is 1960. This is revolution. This is time for white folks and black folks to live in this nation, under god, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. Because the good lord knows that that ain’t happenin’ here- not in this diner or any other place.