Verse
Dreaming
In the silence of what the mind wants to think,
It is powerful.
Holds all emotion,
Sends the perfect feeling for the heart to reveal,
However, it is only a thought.
As the sound enters the quietness...
Published: March 30, 2022
'Call me Coloured'
I speak English and Afrikaans,
I live in a '3rd world country.
I reside along gangsters and corruption.
I watch the media black and white,
But I could not relate.
The fact that they foretold my identity,
Left me with some debate.
I can’t identify my identity.
They say I am mixed race,
I feel like an alien in my own country because I can’t define my place.
I was asked by a stranger am I half Filipino or pure?
The thing is—I couldn’t truly answer because I’m not sure.
You see I was not given the chance to understand the reflection of my face or to who I am in the human race.
Is it the need to feel I belong or the need to know where I come from?
A coloured for the world to displace.
Just a minority that love like others do.
What race means to me,
Is much less than what it means to you.
I come from the love of ancestors that fought for my freedom.
Yet had no identity because you’re not meant to see them.
I was handed my race, it was prescribed history.
To the world, my skin colour is just a mystery.
Understanding the skin your in...
Call me Coloured is a poem about the skin I live in and how it feels to be classed by race. Some get it wrong others see the difference in culture and respect. What we are is humans losing our morality.
