Saturday, 15 January 2011

I am black

My ears are deaf
To people's words,
My eyes are blind
To their curious gaze,
My mouth is dumb
But replies silently,
My mind is dead -
Slaughtered by hate,
My limbs are broken -
Just parts of my body -
Buried in a black coffin of skin
Six foot above the ground.


December 1969 [It's just occurred to me that I hadn't ever seen a black person then, except in a newspaper or on tv.]

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