They'll Never Know
They constantly stare
Their hatred and disdain ever growing
They don’t understand and never will
They’ll never know what it’s like to be me.
Their glares burn
Burn more than the sun on my skin
Their hatred fills the air
Until it’s all I can do not to choke.
They yell at me to go home
But I am home
This is where I was born
And this is where I’ll stay.
My home where glares burn
And hatred chokes
Where the colour of your skin
Determines your life.
Where they judge you
But don’t know you
And they’ll never know
What it’s like to be me.
(19)
I wrote this poem while studying racism and the importance of identity in English.
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