Uniform-ity

We are the outsiders-
A Diaspora of navy pleats, white pants and khakis -
Too short for respect.

Donning bigotry, in a mishmash of colours
Distracting in its purpose. Our modus operandi lurks,
Beneath the shiny sheen of badge

From the high school section. Reputation
Swathes us in its shroud, we flounder-
Like fish out of water

and all encompassing love. This is diversity,
Bubbling on pursed lips in a constant stream of expulsion-
Gentle as froth. But we, swim only in our own schools

mirror images atop a watery canvas.

Unity, in swirls, thrashes our hill top like rain.
We run for cover under a roof full of holes-
pleading protection.

Brown is the colour of dirt,
and the sarcophagus of days bygone.

We are your people now.