Last month (October) was Black History Month in the UK and a chance to celebrate Black History and the contribution that black people have made to the UK. It also happened to be the 30th Anniversary of the annual month-long series of events and education.
It’s not the best poem ever but the below is something that I jotted down at around 4 o’clock in the morning one day when I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.
The innocence of youth
Constantly searching for the truth
Asking why am I black, white, brown or other?
Why do we look different to one another?
Is it just a twist of fate?
Or a quirk that God creates?
Colourful or colourless does not equal joyful or joyless, masterful or masterless.
Tick your box. Pin your colours to the mast
Race doesn’t define your social class
I will not get in your box / Do not get in the box
You are more than just a shade. Throw that shade into the darkness.
Be the innocent child and ignore the race. We can all be winners now.