By and By
She had been told many years not to ever cross the line
The world was at peace with it, and that circumstance would change over time.
In a mixed congregation she sat at a bench in the parkThe world was at peace with it, and that circumstance would change over time.
People frowned and bickered of her color pecan brown, not too dark.
Though the leaves fell gracefully , a couple red, orange, and green
Unlike the change in season, America still wasn't living the dream.
As a child who ate vanilla ice cream cones with chocolate syrup drizzed down,
Like the two colors that mixed, there should have been a mixed town.
Where was this nation that her mother spoke of so great?
Where the blacks and whites could join together to have, hold, and take?
Why couldn't Americans see the beauty in change?
If the world had no color, things would be dull and plain.
She took up her purse and walked with her head held high
Knowing she would understand it one day by and by.
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