The White Nigger

I peel grapes for him
And am angry at him
A rich man with a stick
Who beats me 
Metaphorically speaking
So I curse him
In the forest.
Then, Steve arrives
And embarrassed and ashamed
I bow down to the forest floor
Knowing I am a nigger.
But a good thing for it to be---
For I am free, and perfectly
Fine commiserating with the lot.
I'd rather be the poor nigger with white skin
Set free like Aesop was
Than the Rich Black Man with no soul.
Yet even then, I was never made a slave.