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Wander wander wanderer

I began looking as soon as one could see for
Buses Full of Kids just like littleme
Unloading Children
Black as the night sea 
Eyes lookin' down at the dry, cracked, dirt 
white kids peeked from behind teacher's skirts
Desks rearranged
RULES Changed No Playdates, 
Same food, different plates
Separate for lunches
Same Lines  
Different Bunches
Too small to understand? 
Naw,WE KNEW 
Madness was made by ole men 
who wore red, white and blue
They told white people lies while we watched the news
Vietnam live, TV trays an' little pot pies
Little children listen to whispers and cries
On the playground we mingled, 
We met on the swings, we touched hands, skin and learned to sing
"You pretty, your hair is the color of sand, you're so nice little "ma'am"
"Don't say that, never again! I am like you, always your friend!"
Wanderer,Wander,wanderer still
Life's a climb Up a downward hill
Where are you girls,from the merry-go-round,where are the people who let us all down?
Across the room I was pulled away, told to wait inside as you parted that day
End of school, Nashville sun,oh mammy, what have you done?
I never knew I wouldn't see you again
We were puppets of fools who built up the scam
DE-Segregation, a word we could not spell
YOU'RE still fighting your daily hell
I live in a faraway life; I'd still risk anything to be by your side.
Causes now, were causes then, oh my what I'd give to bring this to an end
Shootings, Shouting, Dying Alone
Black America is still my HOME.  
My skin doesn't match but I was there when
we hugged one another, "we're best friends"
we touched each other's hair and shared from the start, pulled off the labels cause we were smart
It was supposed to be better! Will it ever be, that we can find each other and write long letters?
Stupid southern haters, baiters that catered to leaders,
make believers, nothing was real then or now
we were not IN-TE-GRATED
we were used, smoked and baited
put together like N'awlean's blues
Ole mammy, mammy blue
little us, little you
in grade three,cutting out snowflakes for the Christmas tree
It was a sham, just like pot pies an' Vietnam
I say your names in case you find me, Antoinnette, Joyce and tiny Sam
May where you are be good to you
My little friends, I still love you