I posted this poem earlier this year, but somehow recent events have sent me back to it. Yesterday I went for an eye test and began chatting to the assistant, who helped me with my new lens. Clearly she had a very different cultural heritage than me and I was curious. “Where have you come from?” I asked. Rema had Indian grandparents, but was born in Kenya. She came to England as a child. I learned a lot more about her and found her to be very beautiful.
I am troubled by the state of the world we live and the hatred that has appeared, so this is how I choose to respond and to act in a way that firmly says “No!’
It would be lovely to know who you talked to today and what you found out about them!
I close a door and lose the chance
For you and me to learn to dance
I close a door and fail to see,
that you are very much like me.
I close a door, then stand behind
My prejudice and fixed stone mind
I close a door and what could be gain,
is left to die in lingering pain.
I close a door and forget to embrace
a different culture, a different face.