Small Talk

In the lost of my mind where we grew up
It was unsaid to speak to another color not our own
But I have my own mind and I have my own beliefs
We have all been born the same and we breathe and eat the same
I will draw a picture on the cement and it will tell
That I am friends with everyone
The chalk is green, pink, blue, purple, and yellow
My stick figures are all the colors, and we are all holding hands in a circle, we are playing the games we learned as a child
And funny as it is we have learned simular trades from one another
I may hop scotch and some are skipping rope
What really matters is we love what we do
It brings us together we laugh
and cry
We fight, we make up and then we realize
It is our upbringing that makes the difference in how we feel
Because my very best friend is african american and I am caucasian 
Today we are still very best friends
Just. the small talk that made our connection, we just had to speak to one another in the same 
Now grown up and I see the real light of knowing we must speak out very loud. to tell this story 
It matters to me and to others like me, let us hold hands like we did as a child 
And the chalk on the side walk will be a heart of faith in a childs small talk
All grown up and beautifully engraved. In the silence of our dreams