A Poem: Angry White Boy

Angry White Boy

by Evan Carroll

I never understood angry white boy rock
I never learned to distrust my elders
lucky obviously
naive probably
did as I was told
Never told not to be myself

sailing along
seeing a world of opportunity
and beauty
and love

I never hungered for angry white boy rock more than I do now
always knew to question assertion
could never bring myself to question the motive
A person's mistake is just a mistake
not a reflection of their soul
and where does that faith put me now?

just sailing along
seeing opportunity too often
but beauty
and love

What have all these fuckers done for my boys' world
my own white boys look at me with trust
what have I done? where does this lead them?
I can't say that:
faith and love for those near you weaves trust, saves the world
can only say: it's how I get by

sail
see
love
wait

I saw a life of possibility
opportunity squandered for the white boy who had it easy
just getting by
I'll be damned if this is all my boys get
a failing world that I once believed in
Doesn't seem to bother them at all

sail far
maybe you
and your beauty
and love

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