Saturday, 8 August 2015

To the person who hates me

I wish you could see
The clothes I wear
The language I speak
The colour of my skin
And what you think you know
About the place I come from

I wish you would stop
Listening to the lies
Your newspapers tell you
About the reasons why I stand here
Outside your country’s borders
Asking for help

I wish you could look at me
Really look at me
Without prejudice
And see me
For what I truly am

A fellow human being in need

And then I wish
You would find in your heart
Some compassion