Page 47 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood

S�cks and stones.

When you call me racist names, belitle, and devalue me.

The words you use are like stones bruising my mental health and stop
me from being free.

You called me the N word when I was seven and now, I am 65.

I cry when I recall those racist words, I cover my eyes and hide.

Every day I put on my armour to face the racist streets.

Never able to escape the struggle from the racism that I meet.

When I have to warn my children to stay away and be safe

Stay in our own neighbourhood and avoid the unfair police chase.

The children have to hear the impact of the colour of their skin.

We need to protect their mental health and their sanity within

It upsets me that I have to teach my children to live in a racist society.
Unable to always sample things in life that offer opportunity and variety

I want my kids to know Black history - contribu�ons Black people made.
I will keep it in their sights so it will never ever fade.

We are seeking equality, fairness, and nothing more.

We are not looking for advantage or favourable forever open doors.

Let’s move this agenda further forward. Let us move it on some more.

Stop erec�ng racial barriers that leave Black people’s lives floored.

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