By Stanley Collymore
First you tell
me, and not very convincingly I must say,
that you think
you’re in love with me. Then adding
gross insult to
what from my own perspective is
a most
egregious injury you proceeded quite
unconcernedly
for you it appeared to me, to similarly
tell me that
any proposed relationship of a serious
character between
you and me would not in the
slightest favourably
be regarded by either of
your parents
but rather predominantly so
your mum with
whom, and I’m trying
my very hardest
here to convey this
judgement of
mine diplomatically,
you unquestionably,
even at the
grown age of
twenty five, have
not managed to free
yourself
from the navel cord,
which
your mummy completely
and rather controllingly
suppresses you
with!
And as if all
that wasn’t in itself enough she has also
further
demanded that were you to ill-advisedly
go ahead and
marry me, assuming, of course,
that I was so
stupid as to accept your condescending
offer of
matrimony, you would then specifically
have no
children by me. But because your
mummy wanted
grandchildren sired by
you, she
conceitedly informed me,
who were
societally recognized
and accepted as
legitimate
and therefore
not regarded as bastard
offspring, she
would personally
and
scrupulously search for
and sizeably,
financially
remunerate a
suitable
Caucasian woman
both to provide
an assortment
of her eggs as
well as diligently
and permanently
maintain
her strictest silence
on this matter.
Whereupon these
eggs of hers would be fertilized
by your sperm
and the successful embryos
afterwards
placed in my womb for me
to carry full
term, and likewise
deceitfully, as
though I was their real and not
their surrogate
mother, give birth to them.
And on the
pertinent issue of these
children’s
white physical and
racial
complexion being
apparent after
they
were born, my
obvious light-skinned
pigmentation
would ostensibly be
naturally
passed off by your
mother, father and
their
family,
presumably,
as
Spanish-Iberian
and not what I
essentially am
– a proud,
self-confident
and an
absolutely Afro-
Caribbean
Woman
© Stanley V. Collymore
9 January 2020.
Author’s Remarks:
In racist
Britain this situation is not as far-fetched as, at first, it might seem, with occurrences
of such activities actually taking place or furtive attempts routinely made to achieve
such sick undertakings rather commonplace, as anecdotal knowledge, personal circumstances
brought to my attention and also independent research have conclusively
confirmed.
This poem: “Racist
and sick beyond belief” therefore is factually based and involves two
Afro-Caribbean women whom I know exceptionally well. One was a postgraduate student
with me at university, the other a close family member. Both of these females
are British born.
Contemptuously
dismissing the sick and racist overtures made to them by those involved, both
women rapidly and sensibly dumped the feckless, British white men they’d
previously and individually been involved with; later found themselves suitable
partners highly and demonstrably compatible with their own specific moral and
human right credentials, and are now both happily married with well-adjusted and
progressively-thinking children of their own.
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