Poem by Laetitia Smith
We wear our race like clothes
The totality of social relationships amongst organised groups of human beings,
have taught us
that the colour of our skins are significant.
The white man gets the riches
The black man is put in shackles.
Just for a moment, allow yourself to dismantle your construction of race.
You see… We are our own antagonists.
We are the creators of our own evils.
The bloodcurdling screams of blank noise that we try so hard to still with distractions.
A new phone. A new pair of kicks.
Maybe materialism will fill the void.
The moment it dawned on us that water,
food and oxygen will never be enough.
We have to put up a front.
So, in our disdain we create god in our own image.
Fooling ourselves into believing that we are in control.