When you entered the world,
the walls were white,
there was light on your face,
and you experienced affection.
In your mother's hour of bliss,
someone was hungry.
Someone was told "There's nothing we can do."
Someone's home was destroyed.
Someone's father was shot.
Another father carried a pink piece of paper, and worried about his family.
Children's homes were torn apart by legal papers.
Someone held a razor, stroked the sharp edge with their eyes.
Entire families were wiped out, for having the wrong colour skin.
And the first thing you did
was cry.
