unsafe

Reading the news 

I now realise 

I am afraid 

What people must

Think of

When they see me 

Dark skinned curly haired

They likely turn up their nose at me

Are they wonderingz

No they would know- 

I'm.the dirty filthy sort

Who eats with my hands

Sitting on the floor 

They could be thinking 

Go back to where you came from

They see me

And they see a country 

Filthy black unwashed 

They don't know 

This is my country 

I need to prove myself 

I was born  here I want to scream 

But that wont be enough

They see me 

And they know 

My folks couldnt have come here long before 

I stand there proof of their generosity is letting me live in their country 

Proof of filth they put up with 

And wish they could get rid of 

For the first time 

I am.afraid 

To be indian in my own country