Racism

• Jake Wypych, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2014

There was a little boy
Who said “Can I play the game?”
The others said “Look at his skin,
He’s brown, what’s his name?”
He stood there waiting
“NO you can’t play,
You are brown” they said
The boy ran away.
He found a dark corner
And cried til his eyes were red.
He stood himself up
When will racism be dead?