Mintra Mankasingh Poet Prose Poetry

Racism

Although we are are not born racists
Racism has always been around
Symptoms are: feelings that you are bound
And you cannot turn around

I may be treated indifferent, 
because I am not Caucasian:
I may be Indigenous, East Indian, African, Asian or LGBTQ
The color of my blood is still red
The color of my skin comes from my origin

So, how can we blend Orientation, Colour, Creed, and Race?
It is By  joining our hands, 
And looking face to face
believing we are all equals,
Thinking that everything is fair
An that God holds us all in his hands
Very dear

Written by Mintra J. Mankasingh
2005

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Kathryn Eddy March 24, 2018 at 11:20 PM I understand your irritation,and of course you're right. God does care for us equally. I do get annoyed at how racist people are getting.....you're poem reminded me of that..good job.