The Sin Of My Coat Poem by Oluseyi Akinbami

The Sin Of My Coat

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When I return from this conscious slavery, I will tell,
I will tell of a subjugation, the spite and silent disdain
I will tell of the avoidance and the exclusives space on public bus
I will tell of the common embarrassing quiz and the suspicious looks
I will tell of the erratic change of mind and the one ninety degrees turn for my sake
If I return, I will tell so many

If I return from this distance voyage from home, I will tell
I will tell how it is not over on their minds
The agelong differentiation, the battle of supremacy, the venom of little minds
I will tell of the pretence smile, the cynic look and the preference and denials
The tanning of my coat is my sin for they understand not my geography

If I return from this second deliberate offering of my will
I will tell of my endurance and restrain, the quietude of avoidance
The sighs, the pain of rejection, the mockery the selective treatment and all
Of empty pew in church because of my coat,
Yes. Even in church where they aught to know better

If I return someday, I will tell.
They are not all so, there are few. "The coats blinds"
The true lover though few, excuse the myriad of coat haters
When I return from this journey of discoveries of feelings
The long war of our diversity,
The silent unspoken lies of superiority
My coat is my sin, same blood runs in our veins

Saturday, July 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: racist
Jazib Kamalvi 07 July 2018

A refined poetic imagination, Macaulay. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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