Monday, September 14, 2009

In My Country - Jackie Kay

walking by the waters,
down where an honest river
shakes hands with the sea,
a woman passed around me
in a slow, watchful circle,
as if I were a superstition;

or the worst dregs of her imagination,
so when she finally spoke
her words spliced into bars
of an old wheel. A segment of air.
Where do you come from?
'Here,' I said, 'Here. These parts.'

The poet is a Scottish Black woman who wrote about her frequent experiences of being perceived as a foreigner in her own country.

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