by Bobi Leutschaft Poitras

How Long?

We don’t decide
If we are born
In lands of war
Or freedom sworn,
Our ancestry
We cannot choose
Nor social norms
Or parents’ views.
Our children, too,
Are never asked – 
Without a nod
Their die is cast.
The melanin
Within our cells
That eyes and skin
Their colour tells
Is not a thing
We pick by hand
From baskets at
A roadside stand.
Now let me ask
Just one small thing
How long will we
To hatred cling?

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