K is for Love

I wrote this when I was 16 and is the only poem that I have ever committed to memory. (I am making the following note after having transcribed the poem) It is rough in parts and some of the rhymes feel either forced or simple (specifically the last two lines), but not bad for a 16 year old.

He's a man
In the Ku Klux Klan
and he's looking for a wife
to share his life

If she's gonna right
then she's gotta be white
with blue eyes and bright blonde hair
she will be his maiden fair

She's a woman with priorities
Sticks her nose up at minorities
she loves chaos
and the burning cross

They both hate their fellow man,
but hey, that's why they're in the Klan
They met one night at a Klan meeting
It was a civil rights activist they were beating

Their eyes met from across the flats
but they could barely see over those pointy white hats
But he saw she was white
and that was alright to start a conversation

He quickly snaked through
all the anti Jews (I know it's anti-Semites, but that doesn't rhyme)
he got really close to get a look
she was definitely white, but could she cook

They dated and it all went fine
They shared a hatred in minority swine
For romance
they didn't dance

They went around town
looking for minority children to drown
One day he said
We should wed

He bought her a white gold ring
a hymn of joy she would sing
They were married and soon there were kids
who hated minorities just like their parents did

But she resented the fact
That her life they would reenact
She didn't want them to hate
she wanted them to learn the lesson that she learned to late

Her husband was in a car crash
The train was coming and he made a dash
he was hit
his truck and skull were split

He was rushed to the emergency room
He was dead she assumed
She looked to the floor
as the doctor emerged from the door

She couldn't even look at him
She was so sure that of death her husband was a victim
The doctor then said
When your husband came in he was hanging by a thread

We worked a long time
and it looks like he is going to be fine
With eyes still to the floor she wept joyful tears
With them she washed away her abated fears

She looked up to kiss the man who had saved her husband's being
She couldn't believe what she was seeing
A minority had worked up a sweat
to save the live of a walking threat

The doctor was the best man she had ever known
hatred was something that she could no longer condone
but for her children it was too late
there was already too much hate

She taught them wrong and she feels bad
because a minority saved their dad.