League Day 9; BRENDA MARTHA MUSYA vs OJO ADEWALE IYANDA

Have you ever being caught up in a dilemma of disgrace because of your colour? Have ever thought of the fact that life has being unfair for making you black due to the embarrassment you've been always subjected to when you travel to their country?

Have you ever wondered what's actually special in being white? And the stigma if being black?

Good news! For today I bring to you wordlords who'll be dropping words on this subject matter; RACISM. They'll be spitting words of encouragement and simultaneously writing against racism with the aim of lifting your soul out of that depression of being black. Enjoy!

NOTE;
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Good luck to the wordlords.. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

THEME: RACISM

OJO ADEWALE IYANDA

Title; GOD IS NOT BLACK

A boy ran to a room of many colours
Looking for the colour of God
That he can wake at the break of a day
And claim he know Him.

He painted himself
Till he became coat of many colours
He lost himself to confusion
Till he in tonnes painted the world with ill feelings.

He forgot so soon
That colour riot will bake hate
Hate will birth burnt bodies and red liquid.

Racism is the myopic picture of nature by humanity,
God is not white or black,God is colourless
Colour is the beauty of  human race
Not the yeast to make us beast .



BRENDA MARTHA MUSYA

Title: RACISM

Yesterday at the airport,
I got the shock of my life.
Out in the bushes so long I've lived
And the world hasn't changed much.
A young man in a black suit,
In his arms a black travel bag.
His long dreadlocks dancing behind him,
With every step he took.
He walked with a rolling gait,
And his black shoes echoed on the tiled floor.
He'd have seemed a model,
Were he white, but black he was.
At the check point level,
Some security guard took him aside,
As if relying some important message.
'Excuse me sir,would you wait a moment here please. '
He'd roused suspicion,
"Maybe he's a drug trafficker" they whispered,
"Or a suicide bomber. "
I got to look around more, and Io!
There were numerous people dressed similarly.
So why did the young man get picked.
It's the 21st century, yet the color of his skin,
Makes him a potential criminal,
Or unworthy to own such a ticket.
Scrutinizing his visa with such disapproval.
Can't we just have one race, the human race?



Enjoy!