Read Poem: BLACK by Supriya

You will always love black when it is contained in a thing not a person.
Like a black dress, a black car, a black shoe, a black sofa.

When I speak about a black person,
An inferiority always pops up.
Isn’t it?
He is dirty, he is bad.
He is anti-national, he is a threat.
He must be aggresive, he must be bossy.
Stay away from him
Or he will eat you, cheat you.

When I look at anyone,
I always look him as a person.
When some gentleman said,
“There is not a single person who has not taught me.”
He meant it.
And I believed him.

So instead of putting my head up,
I rather put it straight,
To learn how people are trying to make things done,
Or undone, maybe.

And my knees bent to believe that racism and gender-biasing are just concepts,
I follow the trail…