Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Wish

I wish I could make you understand that I've put in everything
I gave
I learned about you:
             Your culture
             Your language
I grew to love you
I grew to hate:
               my whiteness
               my religion
Because you didn't want it.
But I get to live under an African sky
Filled with hope
My friends
My God
And me,
As you left me

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