Wednesday, August 14, 2013

I Knwo Who I am- Wild Dogs Under My Skirt (Seminar brief #2)



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

1 comment:

  1. Hi Filo,
    I 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 :)

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