Big White Man

(again anti person not race, he was the one to point it out.)

You make me laugh, all of you, but for you, it is not funny.
Here I stand, quite alone, in a circle I drew.
Step inside, don't you all want to?
You're eyes don't lie, just the white mans tongue.
Step inside, open wide and take your ride.
How does it feel when I've let you win,
Chests puff and webs spin.
So in "your" world I've let you step,
but in mine is where you thought you'd crept.
The circle gets smaller, until only my feet fit,
How does it feel to be pushed out, you tried to match my wit!
ouch ouch ouch you shoutl
Before those step into that circle of illusion,
speak on truth, before hand, not confusion.
My minds on overtime, in its vastness,
vast, large and wide,
My soul is pure and white in pride,
but its my heart that rules your fate,
with mind and soul as its' gate.
One must touch, the two, ever before,
they can locate and open that heavy iron door.
The hearts' quite guarded, my body lies,
it's the white man's body game, I play, in sighs.
So before you step into that circle you all have made me make,
send me your purity, for your own hearts' sake.
dlj