15/08/2020
I am sorry for thinking I was black. I am sorry for thinking I was Trinidadian, I am sorry I never knew I was an Indian. I am sorry for thinking I was Trinidadian, I am sorry I never knew I was African. Oh how I lied when I sang the Anthem, Every creed and race find and equal place. I am sorry for adults making harsh decisions in haste. I am sorry for believing in real unity, didn't know it was done in futility.
Our fears and tears shared with others for many years. Our forefathers all came on ships, not with suitcases and grips, but with the bearest necessities covering their hips. We merged together as people living in a plural, multicultural society we saw Britain give us our sovereignty.
We fought for human rights we fought day and night. We joined hands in prayer, we wiped each other's tear. We comforted each other in 1970 and 1990. Why do we kill each other with toxic words in 2020. Tickle us and we laugh, prick us and we bleed. Replying to racists statements with racists statements can only add to the divide. Time for our country to heal and let all this anger subside. Love MY country.
Chune