<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11271668.post-111647472035904234</id><published>2005-05-18T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:13:00.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Stood</title><content type='html'>I never lived in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;I never led a tribe.&lt;br /&gt;I never poached a man and sold him to a trader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never owned a plantation.&lt;br /&gt;I never wore a hood.&lt;br /&gt;I never dragged a negro out of bed with a flashlight and a shotgun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if you sit in the front.  &lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if you vote.  &lt;br /&gt;I don’t care where you eat, drink, live, learn, shop, &lt;br /&gt;or how you pray.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life did I spit at anyone,&lt;br /&gt;refuse them service, &lt;br /&gt;or call them nigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you were less.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you were more.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I knew Your Kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t laugh at the jokes.  &lt;br /&gt;I don’t cross the street.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t lower my voice when I say Black,&lt;br /&gt;and I am not afraid of Strong Black Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never kept you from wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;I never told you to take less.&lt;br /&gt;I never stopped you from going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t give up your virginity when you were twelve.  &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t drop you out of school.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t shoot your father,  &lt;br /&gt;beat your mother, &lt;br /&gt;shake your baby, &lt;br /&gt;or pimp your sister.&lt;br /&gt;I never jabbed a needle in your arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a Cracker bitch because I don’t give you a hand up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, I never stood on your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sallybacchetta.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sally Bacchetta&lt;/a&gt; 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11271668-111647472035904234?l=sallypoetry.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/111647472035904234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11271668&amp;postID=111647472035904234' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271668/posts/default/111647472035904234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11271668/posts/default/111647472035904234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallypoetry.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-never-stood.html' title='I Never Stood'/><author><name>Sally Bacchetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14765341603688023981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16995406871902638177'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry>