I remember those,
Who felt the necessity to critique me.
And what they perceived to be,
My lack of expressing my ethnicity.
I remember them well,
As I continued to pave a path...
No one attempted to do but laugh.
I remember it as clear as hearing a bell,
Discouraging comments and where I should go...
To dwell.
And today these same people,
Have lost their memories!
As they sit and socialize in environments,
With those who years ago told me to leave.
'I don't know why it is,
Some people can't forget what we've done to them.
Especially the ones we smeared with false accusations.
With a ruining of their credibility,
By having their characters assassinated.
One would think they'd be over it by now.
Some people are just too sensitive for their own good.
Susan will you ask Bob or Sheneequa,
Sitting next to Kissy and Kwemumba...
To pass to me the caviar?
Thank you.
You are such a sweetheart.
Cheers everyone! Cheers.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem