Poem: I am White, Right?

It's a beautiful day,
Suburban land dreams,
Easy,

It is easy,
While I break my back,
For low wages,
For no wages,
Because I am White, right?

Do you remember the scars?
Do you remember the pain?
Do you remember?

I brush my hair,
Tears run down my face,
What do I feel?
What can I feel?

I brush my hair,
But I am white, right?

My hair is long,
Beautiful,
Traditional,

"God" could help an NDN man cry,
"God" could help him cry,
56 years later.