when were you
going to tell her
the truth about this city
this place of gray sorrows
extending into the sky
where social drums
signal the hate
and bias
of a culture
where in school
by her name
she’ll be placed
in an ESL class
whose halls of justice
are filled with attorneys
who will comment
her surname will keep
them employed for life
a city where
she will always be
a foreigner
in her own country
a social gypsy
tattooed with invisible ink
that all can see
she will feel the sting
as the needle imprints
her skin
with social venom
During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them. Until then, cheers!
Read Between the Minds 
a solemn portrayal of the city that casts a shadow of gray sorrows on the landscape of lives
poignant my friend
Happy Trails
Moonie smiles
What’s in a name? I guess Shakespeare had it all wrong.
Ahh, this reminds me of school days in sydney city, in a tear before cosmopolitan was a fashionable word and.. oh so many things.
Loving your poetry.. good to see ye old english teacher bearing red pen did not kill the spirit in thee after all 🙂
Ahh, this reminds me of school days in sydney city, in a year before cosmopolitan was a fashionable word and.. oh so many things.
Loving your poetry.. good to see ye old english teacher bearing red pen did not kill the spirit in thee after all 🙂
Profiling is so insidious! Nice write.
well said! It would be a safer world if people would treat others as they want to be treated.
its so very cruel when one is treated like an alien in one’s own land.
Wonderful words about the problems the social system creates for the young and the innocent.
Never more true than in Africa, alas 😦
Great example of examining what it really takes to be a stranger not in a strange land. Something so many people have in common yet seems unexplored. Strong poem.
crb.
I remember the town where I grew up – 99% of the people had names that spoke of the same background – and even among them they had a class system going…
thats TheMan
Who determines belonging? Can the world reach the stage where it can accept the answer?