Childhood Memories Poem by Theo Williams

Contained in this world is one specific hatred
Colour and ethnicity; these differences denigrated
Before I was born, I knew I was already hated
‘Cause of the colour of my skin, constantly humiliated.

Beaten and chopped down to my knees
Clasping my hands hoping higher power would see
That humans are defiling us coloured beings
Destroying our morale and optimistic dreams.

My mind was trapped by the chaos and insanity
For the evil and wickedness had unforgettably found me
These satanic thoughts produced from being unfree
Had destroyed all hope toward a moral humanity.

In the eyes of civilisation the world was paradise
But for us it was torment, a wilderness of nothing but ice
Abhorrence toward colour, a statement so concise
To them we were just bugs, like filthy head lice.

Memory serves this as an inflicted pain
Remembering this hell, torrents of agony will rain
This anguish has made me wise and mature
To help write a more sanguine future.