My first experience of racism

5yrs old. Playing with my neighbour 
and everthing was alright.

My Mummy gave us each a lolly.
The kind thats made from ice.

We were both so young and innocent.
But all of a sudden she said.

My Daddy told me
that im not allowed to have a black friend.
  

After we'd finished those lollies
I went back inside
I didnt like wat i heard
But it didnt make me cry

I learned a lesson that day
Only thanks to  my loving Mum
That most  hatred is taught by adults
To those that are  very young