Not Easily Shoke Poem by Chiamaka Okorie

It funny how they try to make me cry.
They throw words my way in slick disguise.
Talking to me, 'You know what you and your people do..'
As innocent as could be..but metioning it in an 'oh so slick way'
Just reminding me of my surroundings...reminding me I dont belong.
So I laugh.
Their comments don't faze.
I stand strong...a mountain...not shoke.
'Cause I've seen many shades of these.
Many shades of envy and hatred.
So I laugh.
Ignorance is a desease...... and they have just been infected.