I wrote this poem when a young man was murdered in London for his ethnicity, it moved me with grief seeing the hurt and pain of his family and this poem is written in memory of him, hope it is a blessing
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A poem dedicated to my grand mother the mother of my mother Mrs Ranjitham Jeyaraj
She was warm, loving and caring
Her love and sweetness with others sharing
Her simplicity and gentleness endearing
She never asked always gave
Gave of herself to her husband and children
Raising up her children, grand children and great grand children to be strong, intelligent, capable women and men,
Love was her first name,
Humility her second
One day the God Almighty decided to come down and pick a diamond of a man or a woman to place in His splendorous palace,
He picked my grand mother a woman of love, charm and grace
A Poem About “Us”
Our Wedding Day
He came into my life one beautiful October,
We dated all through November,
We were a couple, who people would remember,
He was tall and Caucasian and I was short and Indian,
It was love at first sight and he asked me to marry him within a month in December,
Much to my delight and that kiss after he put that ring that to my finger did cling was an evening to remember.
It was now or never,
When we spoke our vows it was forever,
He turned out to be a caring husband and lover,
I turned out to be great cook and soon to be mother,
We are both different yet similar,
Love crosses boundaries, races, discrimination and racism erases,
I love his spiky dark brown hair.
He has a flair in combing my long black tresses.
Our customs, habits, and dresses different
Yet our difference the other pleases,
Integration into society of another culture is a process that needs a Moses.
With each one taking the hand of the other as we travel over land and water.
We have been and lived in each others lands as compatible as holding hands.
We may be complexion shades apart, but our love for the other will never depart.
As we made a covenant between each other in front of man and God,
We are a union and till our life ebbs away we will share sweet communion,
With God and man as husband and wife, till everlasting life.
Keeping away from all anger and strife
And darling thank you for making me your wife.
On Being Black
On Being Black
A little boy sitting all alone, no one to play with
Children running around him, few stop to call him names
Others just ignore him
Bewildered, this little boy looks at his hands
They are as dark as the earth around him
He looks at the children who are playing
It is then that it dawns, he is a different colour
He goes home and says
No one to play with, no one cares for me at school
People call me black and a fool
Why is it Mummy? Have I done something wrong ?
Or is it because I am black ?
A little girl smiled at me yesterday
I gave her a pretty flower
She said ‘Thank you’ as she looked up
Her mother dragged her away and told her not to talk to me
Mummy, is it because I am black?
I went walking home the other day
And there a group of boys punched me
Beat me and called me names
Then they stabbed me, I remembered no more
God, is it because I am black?
I walked through the pearly gates
Angry with God for making me black
Black as the soil of the earth
Curious to see this God who made people black and white
I looked into his eyes filled with pain, anger and grief
God, why did you make me black ?
He looked into my eyes
Tears rolling down his cheeks as he hugged me
Knowing now He felt the pain that I felt
He looked at me again
Holding my shoulders he said
“Son, I too was black”.
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