Why do you hate me;
is it the color of my skin
or the shape of my nose?
Why do you hate me;
is it the way I speak
or is it my clothes?
Why do you hate me;
is it because when it comes to dreams
all I seem like all I have is nightmares?
Why do you hate me;
is it because my life
is filled with despair?
I am black man who lives
in a country that claims
we all have an equal opportunity.
Well if this was true
every time I look in the mirror
I would not have to ask myself
why I hate me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem