Black child, hi, remember me?
From ages ago when you knew me?
I'm sorry for the way I acted then,
I was a bully, I hurt you, I wasn't a friend,
I guess I just took you for granted, I know,
I shouldn't have done it, or let it show,
Quiet, please, you need to hear,
I know how bad I treated you there,
You wanted a friend, you were always nice,
But I didn't care, I didn't look twice,
I pushed you around, didn't hear your plea,
Chucked food in the bin when you were hungry,
Didn't let you touch my things,
When I touched yours without asking,
You asked for clothes, I gave you rags,
You might have been warmer in bin bags,
But then, I guess, that's how I saw you,
Rubbish in a bin, with your friends too,
No! Please! PLeae be quiet!
I want you to hate me! I want us to fight!
I guess in the mirror, I see a coward,
For you to forgive me would be too hard,
But then, I always took the easy way out,
It would be easy on me for you to shout,
Then, no, look at me pityfully,
Then look at me and say, "I know your sorry",
I don't deserve the easy way out,
I don't deserve anything, nothing, nowt,
So pleae, just hear me when I say sorry,
And know that I know I will always be sorry,
I know that I will never, ever again,
Push you, your family, your friends,
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I am!
Forgive me balck child, for me who I am. |
