A black man's tale.

They threw sand at me
kicked me hard,
when I was already down.
Made me wet with their saliva
and launghed,
when it slowly ran down.

The sand changed
into rocks in their hands.
Rocks that easily could
risp up a human body.
Their saliva changed into thin gasoline.

To see
if a monkey could burn
they lit a small matchstick
and let it fall down,
on me.

I burned faster than
the trains on massa's railway passed.
I burned like a dry leaf.

They just stood there
and realized
that the monkey
wasn't a monkey.
It was a man.

But their white heart made them
not to care about blacks.

Now I am laying here
and burning up.
Because of my skincolour.
Because I am black.
But I am smiling Lord,
soon it all will be over.



Poetry by Chantraine
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Written on 2005-12-30 at 21:45

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DesignatLife
i am sorry for anyone who had to bear through this....it's kind of horrible that this can actually happen...if only the world would just accept any skin color. i love the expression you put in this piece. really makes the reader think :)
2005-12-31


BlueyedSoul
Your work leaves me speechless, better that way, for your voice alone should be heard on this one. Excellent write.

~BlueyedSoul
2005-12-30