They called us Coloured because we were born black.
Defining us by our looks.
We were uprooted from our heritage to work plantations.
Making us develop a thick skin to racial slurs.
Our men treated like animals on the plantations.
While our women became slaves for their pleasures.
We were deviant in the face of adversity.
Our fate was determined but we saw a better life in the eyes of our children.
We were made to dine and struggle with the beast of the fields.
As they wined and laughed in the comfort of our labour.
We devised tricks to ensure our survival.
Our women bore them children
Our men sowed seeds of distrust amongst them.
Amidst the adversities, we grew even stronger.
While they hated us more
In fear of the unknown.
FAVOUR WIH & PUBLIUS CRASSUS (JIA)