new words
are heavy on my unwilling tongue:
predubezhdéniye.
prejudice.
taková zhízn.
"das jus' how it is."
other words come easier--
a PRAYER on my lips:
lyubóv, dobrotá.
love, kindness.
But to them i am only a color.
am i zimbabwe or cameroon?
it does not matter because
to them
i am only a color.
the moscow air is
cold...
do they think
that i don't feel
it already?
sticks and stones, man,
stick and stones.
but they don't have to say
anything
for the words in their eyes
to hurt me.
what have i done
to deserve
THY enmity?
