whiteman

Dear white man
You say because I am black
I belong to the back.
That I am not human enough
That I should not speak or laugh
Ah! Whiteman,
For a beast with the pigment of a ghost
you are truly lost

ah! white man
you spit on my culture,
say i am backward
while you have no culture
and your ways are awkward
if not wayward
you have no precise future
because you killed your past
all to satisfy thirst

dear whiteman
I have observed you
long enough to note your insecurities
and understand your weakness
so as to choose to stay unchanged
and unchallenged
keep your gin and whisky
and let me have my gourd
keep your sofa and office seats,
let me have my stool
keep your mansions
and give me my heart
and dare you not
call me uncivilized
find your path.
do not pull me from mine