Outside My Skin
I hear people saying things
I hear them calling one another names
Names full of hatred and bigotry
Who am I outside my skin?
Day after another their hands are itching to devour.
They seek to devour those different from their skins.
I can live with my skin yet they don’t realize.
Who are we outside our skins?
History has a story to tell
Humans fought over dominance yet they accomplished nothing.
Which skin is the best, black or white?
Who are we outside our skins?
Humanity has left humans
Humanity they regard as weakness
Humility left without a trace on human species
How did prejudice overthrow humanity?
My skin is not me, but a trace back to my forefathers
My skin does not mean that I am well-off
My skin does not mean that I am underprivileged
Outside my skin I’m a living soul.
Copyright © Bongani Zungu | Year Posted 2012
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