I'm Indian
I'm Portuguese
I'm Dutch
I'm coloniser
I'm colonised
Sometimes they
Even call me
A mongrel
Child
I'm too sensitive
I'm too crazy
I'm manipulating
The world
On my anti-racist
Bandwagon
My modus operandi
Has become
Singing the song of
Minorities
I overreact
I'm intense
I take things
Too seriously
It's just a joke!
Racism isn't
Racist
Any excuse
To justify the hatred
When you say the world is too
PC
What you mean is
It is an individual's right to be
Racist
When you say the world is too
PC
What you mean is
Your are ok with the
Hatred
When you say the world is too
PC
What you mean is
You need someone to
Blame
For the pain
You are disgusted by me
Exposing
Racism
But not at the
Racism itself
You hide
Under brown skin
That wishes to be
White
A victim of
Internalised racism
It manifests
Within
In ways
Incomprehensible
If I blame you
I must blame myself
If I expect from you
I must expect from myself
If I call you out
I must also reflect
We share the same
Bloodline
Melanin
Though different hues
We are divided
When we should be
United
We can't
Win separated
Yet
I don't know
How to show you
The world we live in
Has a blanket
Over it
The warmth
We feel
Is a fever
Settling in
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
You're sick
You're sick
You're sick
We're sick
Under our blankets