I have no words,
No words at all.
No words to share,
No words for all.
For I am White,
And while I long,
For the words to come,
To right my country’s wrongs,
The Words won’t come,
Won’t come at all.
My country oppressed,
It traded in slaves,
It took bonded workers,
To appropriate lands,
To push out autochthons,
And steal their homes.
My country is racist,
It believes it is better,
It believes that those of colour,
Are beneath it,
And it is wrong.
I don’t want to be a part of this,
I don’t want to be any of this.
I want people to be equal,
No matter their Colour,
Sexuality,
Gender,
Religion or Beliefs,
I want the world to realise,
There’s more to life than this.
There’s Love and Fun and Song ,
There’s Peace and Games and Food,
I want my country to apologise,
To admit that it was wrong.
To remove from those it enslaved,
The life and love and song.
But apologies aren’t accepted,
Even when the words aren’t wrong.
So,
I have no more words,
No more words at all.
No more words to share,
No more words for all.
Mandy Ward, South Wales, UK, 2016
The World of The Teigr Princess 
Reblogged this on #RUCKOLOGY.
Thanks for the Reblog
You’re welcome. It was beautiful, sad, tragic and poignant all at once. Thanks for sharing such a starkly honest piece.
One of the few times I’ve been able to write anything about the way I feel on the subject.
It helps to have that dialogue with your inner self. Even better as writer when it can manifest as words upon the page.