They Profiled Me Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

When he looked at my face,
Our eyes met over the chalice
He shuddered with disdain,
It was mass service-my maiden,
I sat there under the spire,
Not the hymns would inspire.

When I walked into the cafeteria,
They quickly disinfected the interior,
Their adorable babes begun to cry,
It did not hurt then- for man must try,
But no waiter was willing to serve,
It broke my ego when I stood to leave.

And in the bus to wintespane,
We had the boys from Brisbane,
They pulled my hair and would smack,
They laughed and called me black,
My sight lost in widespread veld,
I blamed no one then shook my head.