“Humanity’s single most important role,” Said the man with no hair, “Is to claim Victimisation. You, Mr. B, are claiming it all the time.” I looked up at him. I felt like a victim. He was singling me out From the two thousand men, filling the tent. “You are always complaining,” He continued, “That people …
Have you ever read the polished floor? I read it every day When I see you. Is admiration wrong? Because I admire, But it is nothing more. There are words on the polished floor, Invisible to your eye, But I read them. Beyond a hidden world, There’s something there. And I wish I could share …
If you’re with your other friends, Will you deny my existence? If the time is right, Will you laugh at me? If the pressure is on, Will you reject me? If the sky is blue, Is the sea blue too? If you want power, Will you reach out to me? If you’re feeling vulnerable, Will …
I offend my friends in what I say I offend my friends in what I write But they never tell me, But I know. I offend them because I write too much I offend them because I pour my anger out I write everything down Like the Blues Only it’s more like purple, Because my …
He told me I was the blackest white man he had ever met Because I listened to reggae? Or danced to the hip-hop beat? A nice idea, perhaps he thought, Put blackness in a package? I think he bought his stereotyped ideas, When he tried to lose his cultural baggage. “Oh, individuality. Don’t bother me …
