Why Xenophobia Why! They say this is not my home, but why does it feel like my bedroom, they say i am not welcomed, i gaze through the glass windows, the air, the wind, and seas welcome me indeed, they say this is not my land, but why am i not separated from it, they say this is not my country, then why does it feel like it, they say i am not like them, then why do i look like them, for long never said a thing, for long never given change, so long it took for me to grant, so long it takes for me to cry, i am offered an artificial smile, and i offer my heart, with tires i am roasted like a chicken, but why do i feel like i am in the kitchen, i work and somehow the is a benefit for all, but i benefit and somehow the is hate against me, too long never been nomadic, too long ever been stable, a song i sing with soul, but i do not belong, and i do not dream! By Africas Shadow aka #DIFFERENCE
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 09:49:42 +0000
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