Written by Luca Fukuyo, 15, Canada
Why is it that one can hate
How one can hurt, despise a race
When generations ago, we built railroads for whites
Yet, shoved away and put in fights
The ones who brought cultures to share
In return, for a bit of peace?
Some appreciation?
Yet what we are is stolen
Taken from our families and friends
Highschool turns into constant heartache
And one by one
Classrooms become quiet and sorrow
As we breathe the empty air
Of the ones we lost
Respect your elders they say
But this is what we portray
For the hard work our ancestors went through
For the blood, sweat and tears they poured
To be treated like barbarians?
You called that justified?
After the struggles and hurdles we have defied
Walking alone is now a goal
As we wish to have a portion of control
Of changing that treatment of an imposter
And finally being a bit closer
To actually being valued for what we are
Silence fills the air
When another one is taken away from us
We’re on the verge of giving up in despair
grasping on to that one last rope
While it is slowly torn away from our hands
Letting go is so easy
As our voices will soon die away
From the gunshots heard at night on replay
One by one we disappear
No matter how it’s pretty clear
We’re shot away and wounded
So make a run for it ‘cause it’s doomsday
We’re “something to be ashamed of”
Something to be hidden
Trying to mask our own identities
Yet told to stand out by society
How?
Step outside the shadows
and that’s how we disappear
Wow, great poem!