A poem by Brittny Lamb
Between black and white, there are people of colour moved between the consensus of what it means to be black and what it means to be white with jacked-up palms and sore feet a product of slavery.
Between black and white, there are people of colour forgotten language hybridity of culture and tradition that leaves trails along with their bodies and leads them all the way up to the Namib deserts where the Khoisan paved legacies they hoped would still exist today.
Between black and white, there are people of colour sculpted on a malicious land-founded on slavery and colonialism and hatred of man we look in the mirror and our faces are a constant reminder of how our past is also our future because that is why we are here the past is why we are here why we are shaped this way and despite the end of regimes, today we still struggle as we continue to hide somewhere between black and white.
Done by Brittny Lamb