Hated For Being Black(Dedicated To The Xenophobia Victims) Poem by VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA

Black as I am, that's my nature
A proud African child who search for greener pastures only to find them sour
An African child who seized the opportunity of mining Gold to earn peanuts
All because I'm black

Today it's no longer about my skin but about my roots, my language and my rhythm
What's with my accent?
As I was tortured because of it.
Called by names:
One said I'm a foreigner, the other said I'm a grigambar
What about the one who calls me ikwerekwere?

I watched my brothers killing each other
There was nothing I could do than to wait and see

Like said patience is a virtue, it came to an end
And as always said ' Once you go black, you won't go back'


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