Being Black Poem by Thabitha Marakalala

Being Black



Being black

I sit and wonder
If we were born to blunder
Are we cursed from birth
To struggle till death
Are we cursed by the earth
To take each others breath
We decide each others fate
We coat our own kind with hate

Instead of holding each others hand
We blow down each others lights
Instead of uplifting one another
We crushing each other
Are we brain washed by our oppressors
To become our own suppressors

I sit here holding my chin
Watching my dreams sink in
Could being black be a sin
As I struggle to even breath in
Everything I do is a struggle
And every day it all seems to double
Why am I being coated trouble
By the colour of my skin
Even my own kind turns his back on me
Why is it that poverty gets to
be experienced by me?
Was I born to be nothing?
Is being me a sin?

Why is it hard for us to think for each other
Killing our own kind is like killing soldiers
In our own army
Why is hard to uplifting one another
The world still hates us
We still need each other

Is it being in this skin a disgrace
Why is hard being under this race
Is it cause we are hypnotised by fictions
That we lost our ways to the west
Is it cause we trying to hard to fit in
That we forget where we began
I sit here and wonder why we leaving our kind behind....

Tbt-M

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