Tonight I saw a comedian,
Whose jokes were pretty great.
The whole crowd was in uproar,
Joyous...
And irate.

See the people that didn't think he was quite as funny,
Were not that hard to find,
Cause of the very beginning with three jokes,
That were much less than sublime.

These jokes were sexist and racist,
Inappropriate at the least,
And gained the tiniest applause,
And a note of confusion from the comede.

But these jokes were soon forgotten by many,
As the night wore on,
But not all,
For you see,
I was watching it all.

The Black leader sitting next to me,
Had arms crossed and a face,
With a frustrated look,
And an attitude of slight hate.

The student on the other side,
Another beautiful Black boy,
Had earbuds in his ears,
And a look of boredom and the need for a new toy.

A student down below,
A friend I well know,
Sat looking at his lap,
With hands that never clapped,
And eyes that never smiled.

My job as someone of privilege,
And yours as well,
Is supposed to be to notice these things,
Yet throughout the night's audience,
Forgetfulness rings.