Little White Girl
I care not for a steak made rare
A rare moment like this one I do
Little 2-year-old white girl
As precious as this summer day
For a reason uncommon this world
Dashes to me in my dismay
Wraps her little arms around my leg
Without words she’s unable to say
Stranger I know how to love you
I see you are big, black, and tall
Love blinds and a hug reveals
What's purer than a child’s love
Today
Little white girl blessed me
Tomorrow
Little white girl will heal the world
© emmett wheatfall
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