05-11-2015, 01:05 PM
From the third floor terrace at our local mall;
I saw him push you, I saw you fall.
They'd dressed you sweet, like a china doll;
A Dior dress and a white silk shawl.
Your head made a sound like a bowling ball
pushing pins down a mall in Senegal
where homes made way for an urban sprawl
and white privilege means nothing at all.
I saw him push you, I saw you fall.
They'd dressed you sweet, like a china doll;
A Dior dress and a white silk shawl.
Your head made a sound like a bowling ball
pushing pins down a mall in Senegal
where homes made way for an urban sprawl
and white privilege means nothing at all.