Oumar Coulibaly – författare

I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man A porter in their Manhattan Ville Who had utterances such as Slave, gay, and thief Hollered on my soulBy many my exes, coworkersThe day I was hired I have noticed tears Tears trickling down their frantic peeksI too was once a ColumbianI am a negro, a black manWho had lost the prospect to growThe filthy rainbow of dirty words They whispered at every earHad cold me stone by their heavenly doorsI too was once a ColumbianI am a negro, a black man Who was treated as a second-class citizenEarly day, I left home for workI have shine good floors of the annexCut low and even weeds around the building Collected proudly trashes for a decadeBut many hallucinated To bury my life as an African slave To Miss Theressa Todman, I rose my voice I was intimidated and humiliated With the passive ordnance of Mister FalconIn a secret office of their massive HRI too I was once a Columbian