Black Man Syndrome


The bounce in my step rendered me an outcast 
The insufficient length of my hair amplified the contrast 
and the clothes i wear make your skin crawl.

See i wasnt like them, 
and frankly it didnt bother me,
Oblivion is where i lived, 
however my indiffrence and nonchalance seemed to only irritate them 
Not only was i different but i seemed to be content.

So they took it upon themselves to destroy me 
Impose societal rules that would entrap me, 
Laws that would inhibit me and
Norms that would justify them hating me 
They slowly,stripped the essence of me off me.
My dignity. 
Filled me with so much self hatred

I started to hate all those who resembled me. 
Which bred jealousy 
and I was filled with envy every single time I saw one of my brothers succeed. 
Fueled by greed, I stooped to unimaginable lows in quest for my success. 
Corruption too, now feeds the beast that is now my ego... 
and now I look in the mirror, look down at those the ladder I kicked down hit 
with arrogrance where dignity once was. 
A tampered man, now broken...


By: | Ndalwentle Makunga |

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