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I DO NOT BLAME YOU

I DO NOT BLAME YOU I heard you insulted our kindWe are born to this worldLike everyone else, of a womanWhite amongst the black race I blame not your boastful ignorance‘You say the blacks that prayTo reincarnate as white menAre always born albinos’ You are wrong, very wrongThings do not work that wayWhere we are born and howAre deeper mysteries than you’ll ever know That I cover my head from burning sunMakes you think I am inferiorI stay in front of the classIn order to see the board clearly You think your eyes are betterDoes selecting the food I eatTo stop my skin from wrinklesMake you think a curse is placed on me? Your lack of knowledge baffles meYour emptiness is exposed by the things you sayYour understanding of our kind is shallowGo back to school and be taught properly Albinos are people like youNot unfortunate EuropeansDo not add salt to injuryBy spreading falsehood around Just give us a breathing space…




— t. reflexion, Dec 10, 2009

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Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript , It reads:, AXIOMS OF PERFECTION, In the physical order – In the realization of the dream of beauty, In the moral order – In the realization of the dream of love, In the intellectual order – In the realization of dream of poetry, In the spiritual order – In the realization of the dream of the mystics

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 6 months ago

Oh… this poem of yours

Oh... this poem of yours travels across so so many many lines. ~A Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.
t. reflexion

t. reflexion

16 years 6 months ago

Appreciation

Thank you for the quick response. I was shocked when a friend to me that they have nothing to do with albinos and that given the chance they bury them alive. I was revolted by this and hence the poem. The other day, I heard the same sentiment coming out of East Africa, where albinos are hunted, killed and used for charms. I had no choice but to assume the voice of an albino. Thanks for the comments. T.