Often hosts flutter around
me in a compassionate
way – eying,
placing me securely
in a closed cabinet
of fully inadequate.
Then the statement –
“I have been to your
country, must be nice living here?”
All I reply is this:
“Yes, isn’t it lovely living here
in my country?”
Securely aware of the real
question: “How does it
feel to be brown?”

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