The Race Without Any Friends Poem by Yehualashet Teshome

I set out
To explore
The cold dark world
Wearing a black skin
Armed with patience
Curious, how I would be treated
In Moscow, Berlin,
Casablanca, Athens and Vienna
Bucharest and Warsaw
Prague and Rio
Peking, Bombay and Tehran
New York and Baghdad
Chile and Paraguay
Everywhere I went
Treated bad
Because of my skin
So, I concluded
My race is a race
With no friends
And wondered
If I am the citizen
Of this planet