Poetry: Racism By: Aminat Titilayo Bakare

 

There's a landmark between black and white they say

A vast different between night and day

So they said: wind of the North sea

Blow far away, far from the eye can see

       We want not your colour mixing with     

        Ours

That  inferior complexion in our cars

    

My head spunned as I read those last words

You can not be employed in our shops

The customers would run

      So I took my papers and built a store

      Right inside there skinny pore

What were they thinking, that I'd let?

Colour to stop my zeal and strength

I will prosper, be I Black, Red or Brown

-Meenah Bakare