Christine Chukwueke Poet Free verse

Colour of Tribalism

I am judged even before
they get to know me by
the tone of my skin,
and tribal name.


even before I speak,
my fate has already
been decided,
my ethnicity announced it.


I am called by what I look like
not what I am,
judged by my tribal name,
judged by my cultural heritage,


judged by my mother's tongue,
I am called by what I look I like,
not what I am.
I have felt the sharp blade.


segregation by tribe,
segregation by  ethnicity,
culture, heritage and language,
I have felt the sharp blade.


mine is not racism, it is tribalism.
and I have felt its sharp blade.

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Rico Leffanta August 17, 2022 at 11:22 AM Doesn't matter where you go in this world, people will always look at you and decide what makes you different from them rather than what you have in common! You can't change their attitude, but you can yours! Aloha!