The poem I have been waiting for madly.
Whititude – A.S. Bukenya
I envied his being Negro:
For there he was with his hardened face
That told of night and her mystery
Of age and varied experience
In shame, in fear, in joy, his hue the same
Unlike my baby skin that told of all I felt.
And while I pitied him for being black,
I feared he had a depth unknown to me,
Which his darkness hid.
I love this poem because it best explains the race relations and then it’s the one poem in high school I actually got and I guess it resonates with me LOADS. Thanks. enjoy….:-)