My seven year old daughter
Continues to stare at me
Mouth open
Eyes wide
Even after being reassured
That I was not joking
When I said
There are still people
Who were alive
When
Water fountains and
Soda fountains
Were segregated
I choose to see
Progress
In her bewilderment
Rather than drinking fountains
Overflowing with Coke
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