What Does that Say?
What does that say?
A foolish question.
Why foolish when asked in innocence?
I knew no better..
It was a time to teach me, not chastise me
and call me racist.
How was I to know what it was?
How was I to know what it was not?
There was no safe question, just incriminating ones.
And I have been tried, and I have been found guilty.
But I'm innocent.
Sometimes it is like walking on the edge of a knife,
and the weight of the questions cut me deep.
So I take a risk and try to learn by asking.
But then you push me down until all I can do is bleed.
It was a time to teach me, not chastise me
and call me racist.
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