THE BANE OF BLACKNESS.

After a series of recalculating, recalculating,
By the GPS.
Lo and behold,
Humans at last.
Two white ladies,
One in the Chrysler 300,
And the other outside,
Engaged in an animated conversation.

I bring my Mercedes close,
All hell broke loose.
The one outside scurries into the house,
The other rolls up the windows and speeds off.
I sense trouble.
As on cue the police cruiser with flashing lights,
Pulls up behind me in enemy territory,
Parking diagonally and obstructing traffic.

Two burly white police officers,
Encircle my car and insolently utter,
“Sir, may we help you”
Shouts of “thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus,”
Flew out of my mouth.
“Thanks to those ladies for calling you,
May God bless their souls,
Officers, I am lost”

Wanted to surprise my son who just moved here.
Too new for accurate GPS mapping.
Ended up surprising two white ladies,
By asking for directions.
I am no criminal.
My only crime is making people feel better.
“Can I show you my license”
Not necessary, where are you going?

20386 Division Drive.
Just built by my son.
Spanking new and ornate.
“No more descriptions, drive behind us.
We are familiar with the building.
We almost shot your son yesterday.
Called to arrest a black burglar.
Turns out to be the owner of the house.”

Driving behind them,
It dawned on me.
This could have been a condolence visit.
Status, money, education, achievements, and fame.
None washes away blackness.
None buys you respect.
To the lowest white person you are still, a Nigger.
This is the bane of blackness.