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  • My skin colour is like a container
    That holds a history of colliding cultures - mixed and mingled
    To such obscurity that you just don't know,
    What I am.

    I am - Non-White.
    But -! A lighter shade of black.
    A fact been deeply etched into my psyche; recalled each time I'm subjected to racial profiling.

    Residual brainwashing from a pre-1994 generation continue to spread the "oppressor's" indoctrination,
    Subliminally chanting a position of inferiority and never considering the effects
    On the youth.
    Some express shame.
    Some? Express pride.
    But either way we cling to this term.
    Cling,
    To this racial classification persisting since the late 19th century,
    Always quick to defend (or dismiss) any accusations of -
    "oh you Coloureds have no culture!"
    And then we feel like we need to prove a point.
    So we mimic global imaginaries of perceived wealth and status,
    Living life affluently to appease those lingering fears that point to inferiority just to prove superiority within a colour categorising framework created by apartheid, so - in that same breath -!

    I am also - Non-Black.
    Just a darker shade of white.
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