Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

The Racial Issue

The Racial Issue 

I know nothing about being black but when black people
speak about childhood poverty I sense empathy I too know
how it feels like  being dismissed

Once I was invited to a birthday party by people who were
serious, I had nothing to give so my mother gave me two
tins of sardine in olive oil and the had very colourful 
labels. I still hear the laughter it caused and still stings me 
like being attacked by a beehive .

I`m not a nice person if I go into a shop and the staffs talk 
into their phone I make my displeasure loudly  I dislike 
being ignored meekness left me years ago.
 
So I`m trying to say people can only discriminate against 
you if feeling inferior. My wife, born in Kinshasa in Congo
does not understand black Americas struggle with slavery,
but it is up to the black Americans to rise above it.

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Ian Jones July 14, 2015 at 5:47 AM My wife grew up with the Apartheid system and still managed to get two University degrees and a successful professional career and she married me. I enjoyed reading this one, thanks. Kind regards, Ian Jan Oskar Hansen July 14, 2015 at 10:01 AM thank you, Ian Jones