They Call Me Illegal

They call me illegal
unwanted in the eye
blue as the sky
but only seeing my colour
my dark skin and I
they crimp minds with hate
even fornicate
their souls to flaming rage
and yet on impulse
I smile mischievously
‘cause I am hopeful
I am like falling rain
I run in gutters
I run in trenches
I put a smile on earth
trees and plants
they welcome me.

by Leonard Dabydeen

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The word racism, uttering it with disdain is not enough.Intolerant mind searches for a ground to hate.Either race, caste, ethnicity, wealth-status, colour, gender, region, language, even shape and size of nose, Therefore, we need to report all aspects of the intolerance so that planet becomes a better place to live.Congratulations.
This is a beautiful poem. i like the photograph too. Colour discrimination still exists though the modern world speaks of progress. I most heartily agree! The trees always welcome you with a smile no matter of your colour. Well done, Leonard! Congratulations!
Color of the skin can not be a measure of man's worth.Racial discrimination on the basis of color divides society.Why do they not understand that we are all human beings as trees to a forest.Very nicely penned poem.To quote a few lines- - - I am like falling rain I run in gutters I run in trenches I put a smile on earth trees and plants they welcome me.
Thank you, that is a wonderful honest piece. Powerful and poignant- the poem and the image.
Disease that is spreading in the society more and more. Though we have grown up in intelligence the curse of racism is still rampant in society. An eye opener. Liked it.
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