FRANCINE SAMUEL

FRANCINE Samuel

BAD BLOOD SAME RED

When I was little,

I was always in trouble.

I was forbidden from playing with my friend Josette

because she was 'bad blood'.

From the Island of Martinique,

her skin was the colour of rich coffee.

Once, we decided to check her bad blood.

Armed with razor blades,

we cut our wrists deep.

To our surprise, the same red flew from our veins

and mixed on the ground.

Later, we were found unconscious in each other's arms.

Adults showed no mercy

but the faded scar on my wrist reminds me always

of the lesson I learnt that day.

Same red!

FSamuel

This poem is in a drabble form or micro fiction, exactly one hundred words, without the title.

TAKE MY HAND

Take my hand

My friend,

Don't hate me

Don't hurt me

Because I am different.

Let's not follow the ignorant.

You and I

Let's not deny

Our sacred bond.

We belong

To the Human race,

We must embrace

Our diversities

And built fraternities

All around us

To eradicate racism

And fascism.

I will  take your hand

My friend,

I won't hate you

Nor hurt you.

Your culture, your colour

Are also my pride, my honour.

FSamuel

BREXIT

Brexit, what was it all about?

Was it truly to be in or to be out

The lame thing that is European Union?

It caused quite a sensation!

But the real problem is now!

Brexit has opened a door to allow

Attacks on foreigners

By frustrated ignorant quarrellers.

In Britain, racism was hidden

But was there. Now it must be overridden,

For the world cannot survive

If racism and segregation go in overdrive.

Brexit or not, all nations need to work together

No race has the right to  feel superior to another.

This is only an excuse to rob other countries

Of their natural resources, taking away their dignity.

FSamuel

RUBY

The first black child to go to an all white school,

So was so little, she thought the crowd shouting

Were a carnival crowd, she thought it cool

Until she realised it was her they were jeering.

Yet, Ruby Bridges never falter, day after day

She went to school under the marshals' protection.

Other pupils, withdrawn by their parents had ran away,

People in New Orleans did not want the  desegregation.

Eventually, all the fuss died down as fuss usually does

And Ruby was the link, the beacon of hope for a nation

In great pain from ignorance. It was time to take the pus

Out of the wounds and to reject racism and segregation.

Francine Samuel

FRENCH

Living In UK