The glare of racism! poem


(Ghazal-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

Towards me, some people have no tolerance,
So in this country, I loathe my existence!

I wish to change my skin, my hair and my eyes,
To gain more acceptance for my existence!

I feel like I am a deserted island,
Cut out of mankind, that is my existence!

The sneers at me, the hurtful comments to me,
Make me feel so condemned for my existence!

It’s a sad fact that I have since realised,
Freedom comes with hatred of my existence!

Image credit
by Morgan.


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