What is Racism to You?

Sugarbaby125 By Sugarbaby125, 8th May 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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I am a Black woman of Caribbean descent. I was born in South London and have lived a large part of my life in London, apart from 6 years in W. Germany. Last year I finally put pen to paper to express my feelings about the racism and prejudice that I have experienced, due to the colour of my skin. Which incidentally I believe is beautiful.

I'm Not Just Black


Truly I do not understand why the only thing you seem able to see when you look at me is the colour of my skin, because I am not just black

You look at me, you see a Black woman, even though my skin is the velvety smooth brown hue of a bar of Galaxy, not inky black

There is so much more to me than the colour of my skin, but then again I think that the colour of my skin is the colour of beauty

You spend fortunes on your tan, trying to make your own pallid skin a similar shade of brown, while you are scorning the colour of mine, without even being aware of the irony

You do not look beyond my skin, more is the pity, but that is why, you are unable to see all of the different aspects of my personality

You judge me and find me wanting, even though you have not taken the time to get to know anything about me or what makes me tick

You do not notice the high wattage of my smile, you do not notice the evenness of my teeth, and when I laugh all you hear is a cacophony of sound, not my dirty laughter

You do not see or hear my creativity, you see me dance and think that the sexy shapes and undulating hips, talk only of base desires and a lack of innocence, not dance ability

You look at me and I defy your expectations, because even you can see that I may fit the stereotype you hold so dear in my love of colours, but you are puzzled at my innate sense of style and taste

You deride my ‘Queen’s English’ as a fluke and dismiss my articulation, as me aping my betters, judging me to be your inferior

You wonder at my ability to write, believing women of colour have no business being endowed with the gift of being a wordsmith

You look at me and you do not see, that I am educated and an avid reader with a broad, eclectic taste in reading matter, instead you purport that you can see my ignorance

You do not take the time to notice that I am a valuable member of your community, oh no! Instead you become fearful and clutch your bag to you, lest I give in to the impulse to mug you

You do not value me as a person, as all you see before you is a Black woman and for you Black is a dirty word you would rather not associate yourself with

You see me, a beautiful Black woman and your white middle classed airs and graces prevent you from seeing the prejudiced view beyond the end of your turned up nose

You see, me and sniff, not inhaling the intoxicating perfume that is my Elizabeth Arden Red Door scent, convincing yourself that what you can smell is earthy, unwashed and musky

You believe that people like me, take jobs from you, because the world has gone mad with political correctness, because of course I could not have got the job because I was a better candidate than you

I know that if I lay all of my qualifications end to end you would steadfastly be unimpressed and prefer to believe they were purchased by dubious avenues than honestly earned

You look at me and the mere sight of me incites you to such anger, that your mouth opens, before you engage your brain and you shout at me to “go home”, refusing to acknowledge I am Home

You look at me, a beautiful Black woman, and refuse to see that I am as British as you, that I too am a patriot and a lover of all things Royal

You look and me and in your prejudice and ignorance you are so peculiarly blind, that you cannot see past the colour of my skin, nor do you even want to

You look and me and no matter how many facts are laid out before you for your perusal about Black History, you prefer to remain in denial of my cultural ancestry

You look at me a Black woman and still the only thing you can see is the colour of my skin and when you hear the word Black all you can hear are negative connotations

Which is a real shame you see, because as a Black woman, I am proud of the colour of my skin as our my 4 children and 4 grandchildren, as they gladly follow my lead, that Black is Beautiful

I can stand tall and hold my head up high as your racist or prejudiced taunts assault my eardrums, because I know who I am and know where I come from

I know what matters most and I know that there is so much more to me, which you will always fail to see, because all that matters to you is the colour of my skin

You look at me and see a Black woman and I know that no utterances of mine could ever hold sway with you, or educate you, because no matter what I say or do all that makes sense to you is the colour of my skin

I ‘m not just black, there is so much more to me that you stubbornly refuse to see, but you are deluded by your avid form of colour blindness and would rather wallow in your prejudices and racism

I am black, with a capital B and I am so very, very proud to be ME and that is what will be my strongest weapon against people like you, and one day you may even discover what I already know to be true, the colour of your skin sometimes does perfectly define you

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Family Values, Harmony, Peace, Prejudice, Racism, Tolerance

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author avatar Sugarbaby125
I have always liked to write. I write poetry and short stories, but I have never had the confidence in my writing to try to see it published before, so I am going to give it a try, at last!

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
9th May 2015 (#)

No one can jump out of their skin. When I point to the moon, many are fixated at my finger, that is human nature.

I have written articles here how being prejudiced limits our quality of life. Those with negative outlook always remain a minority; they hate not only others but also themselves and may I add our Creator too. It is their problem ultimately, not ours - siva

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author avatar Vicente Sudiacal
9th May 2015 (#)

Racism for me is just another excuse to discriminate other people for what they have or born with, but the one who is discriminating them has the real problem, they can't really accept who they are.

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author avatar Sugarbaby125
9th May 2015 (#)

Thanks for your comments Siva and Siegfred, they are so true.

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author avatar vickylass
9th May 2015 (#)

I could agree with you on some points in your article. Yet, I feel you fall into the mistake that many other blacks fall and this martyrdom. You say that you don't have to spend a lot of money in tan lotions as we do as white ones. Here I see a dash of racism, because you seem to mock on the fortunes that most white people spend on lotion tans. I don't. I also lived in UK and I worked and lived with black ones and I also had an opportunity to experience what racists they were. Will I be branded as a racist one if I'm critical about this mass exodus from African countries into Europe? My belief is that such an exodus is being organized and encouraged by the financial oligarchy to disrupt every country. All my life I've heard and read about Africa's misery, but 57 years on such a misery doesn't seem to be sorted out. Of course, I know that what I watch on TV or I read on the media is biased propaganda to benefit this financial oligarchy. Africa is a big continent and surely not everyone is living in squalor or if they are we should wonder why and who's prompting such squalor and tribal wars that don't seem to have an end.

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author avatar Sugarbaby125
9th May 2015 (#)

Hi Vickylass, my Poem, is about my experiences of prejudice and racism in South London. I was born in South London. Your comments seem to have nothing to do with my poem. It is unfortunate, that you do not even understand and are ignorant of the fact that lots of people with black skins use Sun tan lotions. I and my 4 children used Factor 50 for your information. Black people are as likely to get skin cancer as any race, if we do not care for our skin in the sun.

If you want to have a diatribe about the African continent, then I suggest you write your own article about this subject from your own experience of the African Continent, that is if you have any personal experience of the African continent.

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