I was raised not to be prejudicial. But when I dated a black girl, I found that some of my family still had problems. I know wonder where Sweet Anna is and how her life has turned out.

<Authors terrible art of college self and Sweet Anna>
Stupid Me
9 Aug 2011
I grew up in a white Christian family
Always taught that all are created equal
And it was no surprise to get a letter
From my Granny telling me to be helpful
I was in college enjoying myself
She told me of a young girl
That had been in her class she taught
And now at my college was this girl
She was a country girl at hear
And like me she also wrote poetry
It was soon that we were dating
Her color never something to bother me
When I saw my Granny again
She asked how Anna was at college
I smiled and bragging told so much
Of walks and talks and kisses at college
Granny’s eyes went too big
She fussed at me about her
I could not believe my ears
For she said, “We don’t date Niggers!”
I was appalled and ashamed
I was still too young to stand
I never told sweet Anna
I felt she wouldn’t understand
Thirty years since I’ve seen her
I know I’m the one who blew it
I wonder how she is these days
Sweet Anna I wish you knew it
Not a single one since then
Was ever as good as she
I wish her well sweet Anna
Stupid me set her free
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