Racism

• Georgia Maclean, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

I was walking down a street,
I wasn’t doing anything.
This group of white people came and started calling me names,
I wanted to run away.
They were always saying "hey you",
I did not know what to do.
They were laughing and making me outraged, furious.
Was it because of my skin?
I do not know?
So I started to run, run away... they followed
They throw rocks at me.
I ran inside my home and told my mum,
My mum said it’s the black and the white.
They were racist to us.
What is racism?