Man don’t feel right here fam.
Back home I was respected,
Wheat-coloured skin,
Brahmin surname,
Yeah I was fit to rule blud!
I was born to rule!
Here though, mans wiv my same complexion
Can’t tell me apart from a slave or untouchable!
I got blue eyes too though,
So how you gonna hate on man?
So what if we speak different languages?
So what if you colonised us?
So what if I like curry… every day?
We still human!
But they don’t see that,
Don’t accept that,
Don’t accept me.
Didn’t know no-one else like me round these endz.
Had to resort to being mates wiv kalai,
At least they understood oppression.
Have to admit sometimes it was jokes.
I learnt to speak African:
Raatid, bloodfire, rastafari.
I could drop the n-word like nobody’s business
But don’t you dare call me coolie.
Are you mad?
Don’t call me no fucking lowborn!
Man a 21st century fruit of Brahmin family tree,
Arya background, arya upbringing, arya destiny!
I will avenge my honour on your ass!
I burn your village down!
I kill your women & your bachchai in front of you!
I build toilet on your grave!
I…
Nar wait,
This is Gora-stan so that shit’s illegal.
Fuck,
That’s why man don’t feel right here.
© One Tawny Stranger, October 2015
