Dear MAMA
I am your
daughter
Why is it
so hard for our people to believe?
Dear MAMA
My skin
may be white
But who
are they to judge my colour
Who are
they to question
Our God’s
creation
Dear MAMA
My hair
is brown
My eyes
are brown
But it
does not mean they can judge what I’m proud of
Dear MAMA
They say
I’m funny
Talk
funny
Look
funny
Laugh
funny
But yet
why don’t I feel embarrass
Instead I’m
always happy
Dear MAMA
I may not
speak your language
I may not
act like you
I may not
walk like you
I may not
talk like you
But I
am damn proud to rep my culture
Hi Filo,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this poem and feel it has a real sense of escalation that ends with the powerful assertion in the last line.
I like the strength in this and the challenge to assumptions.
Esther :)