WHITE FRIENDS
When I go to school
I’m a different man
And by different, I mean
By the way I talk
Food I eat
Attitude shown
My walk and stance
Conversations of weekend concerts
Hook-ups
Drink ups
Party at my place
That sort of stuff
Sushi dates
My stomach isn’t use to it
Too bloody expensive
I’m not even full from it
Fancy clothes and necessities
Living the independent life
I’m not brown anymore
I AM WHITE
When I go home
I am a different man
A type of different
That none of my white mates understand
Conversations like
“Pass me the knife,
so I can open the Pisupo can”
Hook-ups at youth practise
Choir practise and church
Loud laughter and jam sessions
Jokes that hurt (don’t be offended)
Long evening prayers
Hymns that are off tune
Lectures that somehow benefit my life
Just agree and nod
Even when you feel its not true
My dear white friends
Please understand my absence to our drink ups
Just know that I’m busy
Busy with personal stuff