Outlaw
Outlaw
They jeer at me
They cast me out
They say
I am not of them
For I am different
My skin is different
My people
Cast me away
Because my skin is fairer
The white man
Shoos me away
Because my skin is darker
They hold back
From me
As if I might
Have a cold
Because I’m different
Because my skin
Is a mystery
To them all
They made me
An outlaw
But my mother
Faraway
Knows me not
As an outlaw
But a missing string
In her guitar.
Copyright © Nana Ayisha Yakubu | Year Posted 2013
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