Being a mixed race female in Britain, “you red mixed race, white-washed coconut, go black home” Nothing’s new, I’ve heard it all before like in the 1970’s, racism’s still at the forefront of controversy Ethnic cleansing to religious defending, I’m just trying to blend in Half white, but my post-traumatic senses show me how the black man feels Half black, but my instinct knows how the white man sees me Half my life in a white environment & the other half in a black and multi cultural environment Constantly asked “what do you feel more, black or white”, such a stupid yet vital question Reflecting thought’s of young & confused, no knowledge of black people & no sense of being black Racist chants & physical scars let me know I was different & not white, a coconut oblivious Reality kicked in teenage years, ignorant & proud to be different, proud to be black & yet still lost Angry & rebellious I confronted the negative arrogance of the white man Questioned & teased by the black
