Without Blindness
By Jack Joseph Smith
I bought the sixty six cheavy for sixty five dollars
I had five kids, one white beside me, who I was definately
in love with going across the West End Bridge,
a high Pittsburgh bridge without a lock, without a stay
I loved the girl Wallace so much it hurt;
she was about fifteen and I was twenty three
I can't remember who was sitting shotgun over from Wallace,
but that she was negro, and across the back seat alll
three girls were black also
The black girls were a little younger than Wallace, but
then again maybe Wallace was sixteen, maybe Wallace was
even seventeen
The others were younger though, it more than seems
They were beautiful too, each one precious, but they were black
and safe from me and my new found theatrical ways,
And if it wasn't for the fear of Heaven,
for Patty I would have gone over
Wrong and right is not about the way the wind blows