I was told that this was my own –
my home.
A citizen by birth,
a part of existence,
my rights undisputed.

I was told.
“You can be all that you want.
All you sleep and dream of,
yearn and long for”.
They told me that I didn’t have to fight for mine.
I had it all per life.
I was told of my pride.

Then they told me,
“You sure are alien.
You belong there,
not here.
Your rights are on a leash,
as it should be.

You dream because we give you sleep.
You breathe because we let you live.
Your rights,
we dish as we like.
Damn existence!

You are, for us.
Forget your pride.

Your black is for our white”.

– Priscilla Keshiro

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