White Children

Little Jack.
Little Jill.
So small.
So young.
So innocent.
What would they know about the real world?
More than you and me.
The faces are gleaming with the smiles they’re streaming and they experience more than me.
The bags in their pockets cause they’ve sold all their rockets and now they’ll be as high as a tree.
As they hold the spoon and light the flame, their eyes glisten in delight.
As they insert the needles and get very happy, they couldn’t care if they got into a fight.
Little Jack.
Little Jill.
So small.
So young.
So innocent.
Yeah, you’d think that wouldn’t you?
You’d be wrong.
For Jack removes his pants and Jill does a little dance and they try to figure out what a condom is for.
And Jack pushes in making Jill’s head spin as they go and have sex on the kindergarten floor.
As Jack yells out loud and Jill screams in delight, the teachers burst in for their daily raids.
Jack and Jill go to the doctor cause they think something is wrong and they find that they each have AIDS.
Such a shame for the white children who like to play.
There’s little Jack.
There’s little Jill.
So small.
So young.
So innocent.
We make so many stereotypes of other people.
We make so many others feel bad.
We need to stop.

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