Beautiful Consists Of More Than One Colour

Funom Makama By Funom Makama, 21st Nov 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1m55hka_/
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The recent happenings of racism in the world of football and worst of all, the insensitive remarks of the FIFA president, Sepp Blatter has prompted me to write this poem on racism. One more thing is that, I was also inspired by Aiyanna to write it.

No National Flag has Only One Colour

Have you wondered:
That Homogeneousity is relative and does not exist?
Why air is a mixture of gases and not just one matter?
how the radiation from Sun consists of several raws?
How Metal and Wood can make up a door?
Why each Animal Genus has a species and more?
Why diversity is the bedrock of Nature?
And no National Flag consists of only one colour?

Why then:
Green and Black Grapes cannot be at par?
Beer and Whiskey cannot be served in the same Bar?
A Sunflower and the Rose cannot grow in the same Jar?
And then we make these pairing possibilities seem so afar?

And Yet!
Some make one less and the other better.
Even with the advantage given to the latter,
it still turns out to be the hater.
Leaving the former feeling very bitter
and in both minds hatred litter
and forgetting that the difference is not as thick as a centimeter.

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Air, Bar, Beer, Bitter, Centimeter, Colour, Door, Genus, Grapes, Hatred, Homogeneousity, Jar, Metal, National Flag, Nature, Raw, Rose, Species, Sunflower, Whiskey, Wood

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author avatar Denise O
21st Nov 2011 (#)

I will never be able to wrap one thing around my brain and that is...
How can one person think they are better than another, just because they might look a little different than that person. I have always raised my kids to judge those by the content of their character and not the colour of their skin. These words I have held with me since I was knee high to a grasshopper and my mama placed it in my ear. Well done! Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar Funom Makama
21st Nov 2011 (#)

Thanks a lot Denise O. I am an African, living in Eastern Europe (Ukraine) and seriously speaking, as a foreigner, we work always alert and when I mean always, I mean 100%. They are hosting the Euros very soon and we are thinking it will not just open up their borders but as well their mentality, but Gosh!~~~ It seems they are even getting worse. All my prayers is to finish and leave this place immediately. One and a half years still left for me.

Once again, thanks so much for your comment.

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author avatar Lambasted
21st Nov 2011 (#)

Nice work Funom. I hate racism

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author avatar pretty_writer
21st Nov 2011 (#)

A great Poem... Racism is a global issue that is very very sensitive but not treated as such.

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author avatar Steve Kinsman
21st Nov 2011 (#)

What an awesome poem, Funom. Thank you.

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author avatar Ivyevelyn, R.S.A.
21st Nov 2011 (#)

Funom: I know you by your knowledge, your emotions showing through in your writings, your warmth of spirit and your honesty, all showing through in your writings. I would be proud and honored to meet you.

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author avatar writtenbyQ4u
21st Nov 2011 (#)

I normally hate poems - even the ones I write! - but this one touched me.

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author avatar Songbird B
21st Nov 2011 (#)

This is such a powerful and compelling poem Funom..How can others stand in judgement of a different coloured skin? It just doesn't make sense to me..You have worded it perfectly..

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
22nd Nov 2011 (#)

I've always enjoyed the poetry by African poets.

You've put forth the most powerful questions we humans utterly fail to answer in the truest sense.

Undoubtedly a great poem!

Because it raises the very basic question of the origin of the human race and the universe as well.

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author avatar Funom Makama
22nd Nov 2011 (#)

Thanks all, you guys sum up this page with your powerful comments and thoughts..

@ my dear Ivy, I'd be glad to meet u too. Once again, thanks to you all...

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author avatar Tranquilpen
22nd Nov 2011 (#)

Hello Funom, what a refreshing and insightful poem my friend. Living in South Africa I am constantly reminded of racism First it was the minority group of whites, many of whom were brutal racists, in 1994, Nelson Mandela is released, a totally, non racist kind gentleman. and is followed up by Thabo Mbeki almost like Madiba, President Zuma takes over and a new form racism in overdrive is born called "classism", a spirit of entitlement, limited to the lucky 1% to be in power and denying the poor and aged 99% of all races, period! LOL

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author avatar Retired
22nd Nov 2011 (#)

She looks in the eyes of the the man of hate,
Who used her colour as the object of bait.
To take her to a distant land,
To set up home on unknown sand.

Hurt and beaten and defiled,
For race and colour were reviled.
Causing grief and untold pain,
Enough to drive them all insane.

In a settlement on a nearby stream,
Another boy sat with a smile to beam.
He was Red Indian uprooted and hurt,
He did is real habitat desert.

Living in fear of the predator in white,
Who did hunt them down for colour thats right.
Kill them like they were part of sport,
Had no one to turn to for support.

Saw the maid from the dusky land,
Wrote her name on silver sand.
Slowly intermingled them into tribe,
A new race born, cannot describe.

They were the Indians and the Africans,
Both coloured because of tan skins.
Hurt and defiled and uprooted,
From their habitat pride looted.

Raping, Killing hurting and spilling,
Beating, hating, mindless killing.
Soon they were neither black or white,
Brown in mix they kept out of sight.

Thus was born the new mixed race,
Singing music to Lofty Grace.
Swing Low Chariot is one of them,
Music and dance their greatest item.

Soon in time they gave their clue,
Singing to the world when feeling blue.
Creating a riot in music, song and style,
Anthemic entreaties to last a while.

Soon in time they grew to learn the trade,
Even went to school joined parade.
Soon they became the country's resident,
To give the world, their first mixed Race President.

Even the Greatest King of Pop,
Had Immortal tunes that made hearts drop.
Uniting the world together as one,
With language of the soul, under same sun.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 23rd November 2011

I had written my comment last morning but forgot to post it and lost it when the browser crashed.
None the less the above poem is about the African Slave trade, how they intermingled with the Native Indian Tribesmen/women to give rise to a lighter skin race who are called African American. They have white ancestry too and this was because the dark skin and the white skin intermingled too to create a new lineage which was included into the racial colour bar.
But heart of hearts, we are all the same because we have blood that is red, two eyes, two ears, one nose, one mouth and yes 32 teeth too under normal circumstances. So why is there a colour bias, its because it is all in the mind and constant reconditioning of the same makes it a real detriment and this is then taught to the generations to come who then start to look at the cosmopolitan world with blinkers and behave without tolerance.
That is why I use the symbol of a Sunflower with Adonis Rose Petals and a Yellow Orchid infused in One flower to Represent Aiyanna, the Eternal Flower because I am different, I am ME, devoid of colour, race, creed or style. I make my own. But in reality I am Brown in colour, mum is Portuguese Indian and Dad was Jewish Indian. I am the darkest in my family and had the world making fun of my colour too as a child, know the pain of racism as it exists within a country too.
Common in India wherein dark girls never get fair husbands unless they are fair and beautiful. Many times education is looked down upon and many a times people are questioned for educating a girl child when her rightful place is pressing the husbands legs and cooking in the kitchen.
My dad was questioned this in front of me when I was going to the UK for my higher studies and he said, daughter of today, mother of tomorrow, builds the pillars of the next generation. My daughter is like my son, I will give her the best, if not better than the best with something she can take on and shine to the whole world with.
Took me over 10 years to come back into what I used to be and I am doing what I am doing in creating to make my dad proud and mum smile.
Gender Bias is also a form of racism wherein women are bought and sold for dowry because of colour in a patriarchal society although matriarchal societies do exist in minority.

It is a nerve touching topic, thank you....

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author avatar Funom Makama
22nd Nov 2011 (#)

Gender inequality is another pressing and sensitive issue in our global society today, especially in the developing nations. I really hope these issues would be fully addressed and solved. Thanks so much for your comment, Aiyanna.

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author avatar Lambasted
22nd Nov 2011 (#)

hmmm!~~~ Gender inequality..

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author avatar Funom Makama
22nd Nov 2011 (#)

And what about it Lambasted?

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author avatar LOVERME
23rd Nov 2011 (#)

Just study a coin
it has two faces,
why they just opposite and intact yet they can't see one another.
Pause and think and compose a poem more writings pay though ,
you have already nearly surpassed me . never the less think about a coin and your answers therein find gr88888888 friend poet and writer i already admire uuuuuuuuu

dreamzy nite i shall visit

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author avatar Retired
26th Nov 2011 (#)

I seriously hate racism too. The message of the poem was good, but I think the rhymes were cheesy. Nevertheless, a great one.

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author avatar Funom Makama
26th Nov 2011 (#)

Dinesh Sairam. Thanks a lot for your comments, but I do not get what you mean by the rhymes were cheesy..

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author avatar Funom Makama
8th Jan 2012 (#)

I do not know why I cannot re-paste the link of this Poem (like others) on facebook... Why is it so?

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
8th Jan 2012 (#)

Added to Facebook - not sure why you are having a problem with it, maybe it is a facebook glitch? Try using the Wikinut Short URL from the top of this page maybe?

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author avatar Barine Nakwaasah
2nd Mar 2012 (#)

You are so good. Keep this up!

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author avatar Funom Makama
4th Mar 2012 (#)

Thanks and welcome to wikinut

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