Newbie Poem

Everything in life seems to be in black and white, it may not be as clear as in the 60s, where racism was and its height why must everything always be defined along racial lines? I am sick and tired of black and white spite Let us all unite we must all desist from these colour bar The labelling must stop, it has gone too far We must not decide based on skin pigments On the top of my voice I scream out, “Stop these racial segments” We must let go of these apartheid elements My wish is that someone out there echoes my sentiments Should we always choose based on skin colour? There is more to a men than the colour I envision a place where brother black and brother white share humour Quietly he whispers into a fellow racist’s ear, “These darkies are dumb” This is the kind of behaviour which makes me numb You would think that only whites have racial tendencies But you will be damned to think so since it’s not the full story The animosity is two way I was sitting next to this guy on this particular day in May He said whites remind him of pink skinned gluttons Unknowingly he is planting seeds of division I always have this vision Where there is no one calling another a glutton or a baboon Where everything is as clear as a full moon A situation where things are not seen as black or white The thought of a white or black racist scares me Black and white must engage Stop the racism wear the honour badge I believe there will be a time when all races will merge A time when people will not see a black or white image Racism in all its forms must purge I can feel the tension around me racial relations are on an edge Killing and hurting caused by racial tensions are on the verge Sometimes I wish we were all colour blind I wish that at our births colour is erased from the mind As thoughtless and meaningless as my thoughts are, these are my wishes I always ask myself am I a form of an unevolved species of hominid It seems as If people of my colour are always in need Are we that inferior we always follow they lead I feel the wretchedness, throbbing of my people, I feel my heart bleed My forefather was meant to think he was a homo erectus Their cognisance they said was the same as the wits of a platypus My forefather was chained and handcuffed and fed food as spikey as cactus I am not growing a seed of hatred, I am just asking why people of my colour are so miserable They rated my I.Q they told me I was a clown So colour blind thought brown was black, choose not see me as brown Maybe black people are fated to writhe For those many injustices all I want to see is retribution It just feels like people of my dye are second class citizens Nothing seems to go right, adversity after adversity befalls us They associated our so called “Blackness” with misfortune and misery From black sheep, black eye, black death, Even though the latter wasn’t even caused by people of my colour Crammed into an inhumane chamber, held like faunae, Alienated a man from his family She was a proud Mandinka lady, They told her name wasn’t Aminata but Emily Raped her, deflowered this beautiful flame lily She was forced to leave her home contemporary Senegal Trodden and manacled by men coming from far north as Gaul We lived our lives free from bigotry, as embryonic as it was, They came with the biggest of their ships, told us we were savages In large hoards their ships came and took us, working for no wages We were kept under lock and key like lions in cages As embryonic as were my forefathers, there were no savages, We welcomed them here with open arms never were they ravaged All I want is for my people is to have their dignity salvaged I believe not in leaking blood so that my forefather’s life will be avenged Maybe we are just a superiorly inferior race. Superior than animals, But inferior to the so called “White race”