'' To Live And Be Free '' Poem by Bri Mar

'' To Live And Be Free ''



If you term me as coloured does that mean you’re not,
Do I have other attributes that you haven’t got?
Does the fact I am different leave you distraught?
I bet you wish you could be like me.

From your racist comments I wish you’d refrain
What is it I’ve done that causes so much pain?
If it’s true I am coloured, does that mean you’re plain,
What gives you the right to referee?

A beautiful tan without lying in the sun,
My colour stays true while yours is undone,
No sunbeds to burn me is so much fun,
For my shade I don’t pay a fee.

You think you’re superior can I ask you why,
Are you jealous because colour to you doesn’t apply?
Like you I will live and like you I will die,
That is Mother Natures decree.

Are you really that different under your skin?
Like me you are fat or perhaps you’re thin,
They do say goodness emanates from within,
On that subject you’d have to agree.

What flows inside us is a deep shade of red,
Like you I’ve a brain inside my head,
We can be tall or short and it has to be said,
We’re both capable of earning a degree.

In essence all of us are made much the same,
Using colour as a weapon should fill you with shame,
I’ve done you no harm so why do you defame,
Tolerance towards others is the key.

We fought as one brotherhood when conflict appeared,
Working together we became endeared,
United we soon had our enemies cleared,
On that you could not disagree.

It’s impossible to hate someone you don’t even know,
Take time to learn and soon it will show,
Our love for each other can actually grow,
That is my heartfelt plea.

If that’s not the case then why rabble on,
We’re all Human Beings from here to Ceylon,
I find this whole subject a bit of a yawn,
If only the blind racist could see.

To be accepted by who is the question we ask,
We’re all the same underneath this mask,
On this very subject let me take you to task,
The colour of God comes with no guarantee.

Millions of us placed into an early grave
Those atrocities at your hands yet still we forgave,
That my friend is the meaning of brave,
Kindly leave us,

‘’ To Live And Be Free ‘’

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