Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Dramatic Monologue

Zebra

My father is black,
my mother is white
These be the birthright
of my stripes
I'm despised by blacks,
I'm hated by whites
All because of my zebra stripes
I live in both worlds,
but is accepted by neither
I'm an outcast,
a rejected soul
I am a zebra,
a most rare creature
For most of my life,
I've been shunned and only shown hate
But in return, I've tried to only give love
This makes me a rare animal,
someone with a pure soul
I am a zebra,
born to be hate-free
I proudly bear the stripes
that don't define me
I'm more than what you see;
I am a black knight on a white horse,
I am a white knight on a black horse ...
fighting against the vessels of hate
I carry only love in my bowels,
my ship always stays on course
My destination is eternity ...
maybe now you wish you were more like me
A zebra is who I be

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 29, 2017 at 7:14 PM I went to a zoo in South Carolina And I fell in love with a zebradonk, A donkey with the zebra stripe. I stared at him for hours. So beautiful to see.Your poem remineded me of it.

Alexis Y. January 28, 2017 at 8:58 AM WoW! Freddie, What a moving and heartfelt write. I enjoyed this write from start to finish. I liked how you crafted this poem. When some feels like they "belong" that could he pure hell on earth." I proudly bear my stripes that don't define me" was so powerful . This is top notch poetry my friend. A without a doubt seven and fav:-) Alexis

Afzal Nusker January 27, 2017 at 10:29 PM Zebra stripes is a fashion that's never going to be out of trend. It's an eternal distinct style now. A top notch write, Freddie.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 27, 2017 at 1:44 PM A piercing poem. You have beautiful stripes. Freddie Robinson Jr. January 27, 2017 at 2:09 PM Ty for the kind comments, Maureen. Although I was not literally speaking about myself in this poem, I did want to represent anyone w/mixed ethnic parentage. My nephew was who I had in mind when I wrote this poem. He is 4-years-old. Love and peace to you.