December 1, 2014
*The piece originally appeared in Media Diversity, 08/10/2014*
If I scream in an empty room, will you hear me?
Because sometimes this feels like an empty room
When you rush past me, in your busy moments,
With colours I don’t recognise,
Sounds that do...
*This piece originally appeared on the blog Between The Lines, 09/06/2014*
“I don’t see race” he said.
“That’s nice, for you” I said “cos I see race every time I look in the mirror.”
Sometimes I see whiteness, I see my mother staring straight out at me in the line of my j...
November 28, 2014
Draft thoughts, written just after recieving my citizenship in 2013
I am the product of colonialism
A child of the empire
I am the now that before made happen
A mother of milk and honey
A father of copper and guilt money
An other in all places that have been mapped in.
"I don't see race"
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