|Lurraine Jones - Of Not
You look at me and say “oi! ‘alf-caste,
I already am. I don’t belong.
You look at me and say “yo! half-breed, red skin g’yal
come ‘ere nuh!”.
Why? I don’t belong.
You look, and try to name me.
You look, and try to shame me.
You look, and try to re-arrange me.
I don’t belong.
Have a look at your history my friends, my brothers and sisters.
Then look at me again.
They were there, and now you are here.
The reason that I trouble you, is that
you know you don’t