I’m not too fond of you
You have oppressed my people
You have their blood all over your hands
You have repeated yourself
I don’t like you at all
It is because of you that we are in our current positions
You have been strategic in the continuous oppression of my people
Of forcing them to constantly have to prove themselves
Having to prove that they are worthy
That they deserve to be here
I don’t respect you, history
How can I respect you when you have made my people a footnote in the struggle?
How can I respect you when their wounds are still visible?
Where your memory is forever imprinted in their minds
How do I let go of you , when you have made yourself Home in my life?
Where you never come and go but simply remain there, always lurking
Always waiting to reoccur
How do I continue living my life knowing that you will never go away?
From Someone who will never accept you