They take my kindness for weakness.

They take my silence for speechless.

They consider my uniqueness strange.

They call my language slang.

They see my confidence as conceit.

They see my mistakes as defeat.

They consider my success accidental.

They minimize my intelligence to "potential".

My questions mean "I'm unaware".

My advancement is somehow unfair.

Any praise is preferential treatment.

To voice concern is Discontentment.

If I stand up for myself, I'm too defensive.

If I don't trust them, I'm too apprehensive.

I'm defiant if I separate. Yet, I'm fake if I assimilate.

So, constantly I am faced with work place hate.

My character is constantly under attack.

Pride for my race makes me, "COLOURED".

Yet, I can only be me. And, who am I you might ask?

I am that Strong Person... Who stands on the backs of my ancestor's
Achievements, with an upright spine pointing to the stars with
pride, Dignity and respect which lets the work place in Zimbabwe know,
that I not only possess the ability to play by the rules, but I canmake them as Well!

COLOURED History 365

Pass it on to your COLOURED co-workers.

Good, Better, Best,

Never ever rest Until YOUR Good is Better and YOUR Better is Best!

GARRY RAJALOO