My President is black.
So is my heart.
I don't weep for changing times.
Only that you did not change with them.
Only that you did not call as you said you would.
And only that I waited.
I don't weep for this unrequited love between you and I.
Only that of the ignorance you preach.
Only that you forgot about me...
And you left me to wonder why.
Every night I wonder why:
My President is black
And so am I.
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