Page 55 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood

Lyra

My granddaughter makes me smile, she makes me laugh within

She makes me so happy with her newly learnt words and her cheeky grin.

She plays with all the kids at nursery she enjoys the fun and the chase.

She doesn’t yet know that racism exists; she’s not yet had that nasty taste.

A taste of nasty words like N###er, disgus�ng words like W#g

The words I heard growing up which caused my world to fog.

My childhood was racist, my opportuni�es were slim.

I don’t want that for my Lyra because of the colour of her skin.

Let’s teach our children kindness, let’s teach them all to care.

Let’s help them to understand that our world is big enough to share.

Let’s give the Lyras of this world the opportunity to grow.
Stop this racist nonsense. Let the hate and racism go.

Lyra needs to be loved; she needs a voice, a space.

Stop discrimina�ng against her because of the colour of her face.

She is a human being, just a two-year-old girl.

Make some space for Lyra to be safe in this mul� cultured world.

Alyson Malach

28.3.2021

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