In 2007, I wrote my first poem. Life 1 It held two questions. Questions I have yet to have a answer for. I'll date it. I'll quote it. On December, 14th 2010, I ask it again. "Why is there so many racist?" "What did that race ever do to you?"
I never knew how to feel, When I watched Roots or Schlinders List. Until I meet them face to face. The racist of course Spewing the racist words they worshiped. ****** and Monkey, I was called. With black skin and african qualities, Will earn you those titles.
In my head I wonder; Should I hate whites because of the KKK? Should I hate Germans because of the Nazis? Should I hate Russians because of Stalin? Should I hate Muslims because of Osama? Should I hate my fellow Africans because of the corruption that rips Africa apart? These questions rattle my head.
So once again I ask. "Why is there so many racist?" "What did that race ever do to you?" Quoted. Signed. Dated.