I’m from a place where to be a person is to wear a mask
I’m from a place where to be Caucasian is to be in constant comfort,
Where melanin is a sin
Yet they have the nerve to preach
“It’s all about the nature and content of your character”
Bullshit! When we all know it’s about the colour you’re coated in.
I’m from a place where the fertile soils produce more than enough food to make every being on the land morbidly obese
Yet a white man and a piece of paper decides who gets to eat
I’m from a place where to be a man is to be entitled, yet emotionally dormant
I’m from a place where to be a woman is to be subservient, overburdened with pain, yet remain delicate as the petals of a pretty flower
I’m from a holy hell of heathens, where people are content with suffering their entire life only to trade it for heaven in a grave
I am from a place called the Rainbow Nation.