My Life, Poetry, Race

Back to Africa

Back to Africa

I told you that I didn’t ask to be here
And you told me to go back to Africa

Blind in ignorance
Smug in privilege
Your words betrayed your heart

Bound by ignorance
Gagged by privilege
I had to bite my tongue

I wanted to rage about my stolen history
I wanted to cry about my broken identity

But I had to let you think you got the best of me
Because I couldn’t bear the reproach of pointing out the worst in you

The worst in you
Your true colors shining through
The room fell silent
Were they co-signing your violence?

I fell silent
And pretended to shrug off your act of violence

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