Neighbours

Poem By Benjamin Zephaniah

I am the type you are supposed to fear
Black and foreign
Big and dreadlocks
An uneducated grass eater.

I talk in tongues
I chant at night
I appear anywhere,
I sleep with lions
And when the moon gets me
I am a Wailer.

I am moving in
Next door to you
So you can get to know me,
You will see my shadow
In the bathroom window,
My aromas will occupy
Your space,
Our ball will be in your court.
How will you feel?

You should feel good
You have been chosen.

I am the type you are supposed to love
Dark and mysterious
Tall and natural
Thinking, tea total.
I talk in schools
I sing on TV
I am in the papers,
I keep cool cats

And when the sun is shining
I go Carnival.

Comments about Neighbours

I am the type you are supposed to love Dark and mysterious Tall and natural Thinking, tea total. very fine poem. great imagination. tony
I talk in tongues I chant at night I appear anywhere, I sleep with lions And when the moon gets me I am a Wailer. beautiful. imagination, words. ideas. wonderful. tony
excellent writings- my liking lines- I am the type you are supposed to love Dark and mysterious.... and natural And when the moon gets me I am a Wailer. And when the sun is shining I go Carnival. really good to read and read and read this poem is
I really like the last to lines. Great poem. Very well done Benjamin!
a mysterious poem.. well done my dear poet. tony


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