The Little Black Kid

• Ashlee Thomas, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

The boy’s skin is a beautiful milky brown
Though as he paces the streets most people frown.
Like a creeping rat he sneaks around in the dark
Seeking a place of refuge under the big paper bark.

A pale-faced, abhorrent nation came and plundered his land
A raid like this was an experience he never planned.
The invaders chose to get rid of his people
Tried to breed them out as they claimed it was legal.

Taken away from his family, his home
He was a young half-cast, scared and alone.
He shouldn’t have been treated this way with such harm
Getting caught trying to escape the settlement left a scar on his arm.

We are all human no matter what color or race
We are all equals each one with a different face.
All this racism I loathe and want to forbid
After hearing the story of The Little Black Kid.