Mcfearson

I’ve never had a problem
Identifying as a slav
While disliking nazis

And thinking that the Serbs
That started World War 1
Were totally in the wrong

Or being Native American
And feeling like it really
Was savage that tomahawks
Chopped scalps off of settlers

I share blood with a
Great great great grandfather
That shot a man
Over a tire swing

Nor that I really feel
For the Greeks or the
Vikings that fearsome
Things into the hearts

Even though my English
Brothers went to war
Against them

I never had much fear, son

About anything, anyone
Fighting in the Middle East
Or about the south Sudanese
Army killing me

I’m not worried about
Korea or Vietnam

I didn’t do a sit in
In the sixties
But does that mean
I have to pick a side?

I think it’s really funny
And really kind of scummy
That I’m being lumped in
With all the white guys

These days

Yeah, I’m white on the outside
Very white, indeed

I’m fear, son

I’m Jake
And I can swap pens
With
Anthony Mcpherson

And have no fear, son
About needing to convey
Any god damn thing
To anyone in any way

Because I’ve got a pen
And I might be white
But my pen’s ink is black

You really need to get to
Know someone before you call
Me out and blame me
For all the shit
Any white guys did

Just call me
Jake Mcfearson

Because I’m more than the
Sum of all I’ve been through