Who taught you hate yourself?
Like dwarfs
(The stars after death)
These Tamils
Indians, or Lankans
Don’t mingle
All gather in circle
(Only they)
For lacking confidence.
All small
Thin and dark
As if ants on gold sands
In deserts; Sahara
Where are you Malcolm X
Have question:
“Can you give a lecture? ”
He must come and repeat:
“Who taught you hate yourself? ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem