Black Mamma, White Father, Brown Child

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem deals South African's obsession with race and with how connected we all are and how socio-historical truama seperated us.

Submitted: January 20, 2009

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Submitted: January 20, 2009



We're cut from the same thread;

Made from the same cloth

Sewn together by the same machine

Torn by the master's assertion

Conceived in the same womb:

you look like my mother; I like my father

Seperated by an alienable apartheid charter

We are born from the same seed

We live different lives

in the same place

Deconstructed by "colour", culture and creed

We talk past each other in different tongues,

some screaming at others from the top of their lungs

We walk in different directions- on the same road

Glaring atone another with eyes piercing and loathed

You have become the other;

I just another

Forgetting we are sister and brother

from different fathers; sharing the same mother

We have become:



All a messy mesh of the past.

Godfrey C. Luyt, 16 January 2009

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