Blacking out Racism in Poetry

Blackout Poetry

I am . I thought I was

chestnut brown until one day

ambling late

through the school gates

this 6ft , 25 year old,

screwed up his pale face

and spewed,

“You black .

You dirty –

Why don’t you go back home?”

I froze. Born in the backyard

I thought I was already.

I don’t forget that .

A young black strolling through the school gates late - Skendong Poetry

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Steven Bingham says:
23 April 2025 at 11:13
The ‘ Black Country’ if any reader is a little bemused. The Black Country, is located to the North and Northwest of Birmingham, which includes towns like Wolverhampton, Dudley and Walsall.
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