I Can Nurse Your Baby But…

I could nurse your baby, but I couldn’t vote, couldn’t drink from your water fountains, couldn’t eat at your tables.

But that was then.  This is now.

And now, I’m losing important voting rights, I’m mistaken for a domestic servant, even though I’m a judge, I’m shot down by police officers even though I’m unarmed, and I’m burying my black sons and daughters at the hands of police brutality.

Ain’t progress grand?