Written on Sunday
20/11/2022
At 17:48
Inspired by the Netflix series Dear White People
You get to witness a black person at a gunpoint and call it crazy,
But I have to revisit that experience daily.
You don't panic when you hear something going off,
Fireworks sound too much like gunshots I want to run off.
Our skin color is not the only thing that makes us different,
But also our history as slaves in the past and prisoners of the present.
Our eyes can observe the same thing, yet our mouths tell a non-identical story,
Because we read the everlasting tension within the community.
You have successfully brainwashed our women to fit your standards of beauty,
Bleaching their skins and wearing wigs till they forget their identity.
Straighten their hair to the point they don't recognize their own,
If they let it out, they'll be the odd ones out alone.
No, this is not us playing victims,
Just sick of fitting to your whims.
If you want to let us in, do it fully,
Intentionally, completely, and unconditionally.
And, folks, let us tell a different narrative,
This white and black shit is rather durative.
Let us repaint our present with bright colors,
Including everyone to be part of us.
P.S. I'm not an African American but the show gives me the perspective of what my fellow brothers and sisters go through in the US. I'm just a humble African who goes through similar yet different experiences.
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PoezjaIf you're looking for some poetry, you've come to the right place...or book. This is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some poems talk about bullying, suicide, abuse, etc. so be aware. I hope you enjoy what I write.
