Guilty

When off to academe I went
with promise and twinkling eye
I thought all kinds alike to me
but my thinking was awry

For when I had occasion once
to speak among my peers
of matters plain it seemed to me
no cause for strife or tears…

they said my words would not be heard
my thoughts worth less than chaff
The lack of pigment in my skin
had somehow earned their wrath

This accusation, new to me
was wholly strange and foul
My kin were stock in ancient lands
on grounds both rich and fallow

They came here Poles, they came here Greeks
they came here Slavs and Swedes
Many were poor, many were bent
and many were Catholics, indeed!

But when the rich in academe decided we were white
it was then in our own neighborhoods when first began our plight

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