<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559359" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Innocent Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A white man was at a playground<br>pushing his son on the swing<br>'Look son, ' said the white man<br>'Never play with that....thing! '<br>The black man and his son ignored them<br>and kept swinging instead<br>Until the white man faced him<br>and said, <br>'Look at your skin color <br>what do you see? <br>A different color thats what<br>You're different then me<br>You talk different, act different<br>And walk different too<br>You dont belong here nig**r<br>None of your kind do.'<br>The black man told his son to go play<br>And turned back his head<br>He didnt want to cause a fight<br>So this is what he said, <br>'From one man he created all<br>The nations throughout the whole Earth<br>God created people in his own image<br>We are brothers from birth.<br>There is nothing wrong with us <br>We are the same as you<br>A different color shouldnt matter<br>What should matter is what we do<br>And the people that treat us like we're not human<br>And the people that dont want to get along<br>Hopefully one day will understand<br>That what they did and do is wrong<br>Something to remind you<br>That made alot of hopes beam<br>Is a song quoted <br>from a man that had a dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My country 'tis of thee, <br> Sweet Land of Liberty, <br> Of thee I sing: <br> Land where my father's died, <br> Land of the pilgriom's pride, <br> From every mountainside<br> let freedom ring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The white man was shocked <br>At what he had to say<br>He wanted to get his son<br>And just get away<br>He yelled for his son<br>Commanding him, 'Let's go! '<br>But his son didn't come<br>He didn't even show<br>The black man pointed<br>in the direction <br>As he watched the two boys playing together<br>with love and affection.<br>The black man asked, <br>'Are you going to yell at your son? <br>Or are you going to leave him be<br>And let him play with my boy<br>to have some fun? <br>Now watch those two<br>What do you see? <br>Two children alike<br>Like you and me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> By: Shaina Lloyd</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shaina+Lloyd">Shaina Lloyd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559359" data-title="Innocent Dreams de Shaina Lloyd" data-description="A white man was at a playground pushing his son on the swing 'Look son, ' said the white man 'Never play with that....thing! ' The black man and his son ignored them and kept swinging instead Until the white man faced him and said, 'Look at your ..."></div> </div> </div>

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