by Danielle Kelly

Why are you afraid?
tell me whilst we walk.
Is it your colour?
Or the way that you talk.

Don’t let it bother you,
Just walk away.
Their just jealous,
In their own little way.

You are who you are,
and a whole lot more.
I mean, your good at dancing,
You hit the Floor.

Your one of a kind,
and another person like you,
You’ll never find.

Dedicated to Eyimofe, My Nigerian Friend.

Submitted for the CLPN, CTDG, and NOISE Interculturalism Creative Writing Competition 2008