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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.
Benjamin Zephaniah
Read poems about / on: moon, sleep, fear, dark, sun, night, school, cat
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