I, Who Am Ignorant
I, who am ignorant
Need to know
If white is virtue true
So I can go and bleach my skin
Asks this question, a loyal man
Because he needs to know
If the black man should not be baptized
In the baptismal font
If there is yet another more pure
Going forward, going back
Prettier, shinier
Where the white man is dipped
Will someone tell it straight
For I, who am ignorant
Two men and one woman
From whom we all descend
While only the black man
With disdain ought to be faced
The same blood it must be
Though the black man alone
Is placed forever
Separate
If the black man is not baptized
I need to know
Black was St. Benedictine
Black his paintings too
And in the Holy Scripture
I have never seen
a single word writ in white ink
Black were the nails driven through the Christ’s hands
Died, he, upon the holy cross
Is it possible then, that down he came
Not to suffer for the white man’s sins
Only this way will I know
If the color white is virtue true
When we have to account
To my God for every deed
How will the black man atone
For the white man’s sins
If the black man is then found
Without a crime for which to pay
Will they say that it’s not true
That the white man has no sentence
That it’s all been misconstrued
So that then I may go and bleach my skin