You and Me

You and me.
Are beyond different.
Yet we talk the same.
And share that white skin.
They look at me as they once looked at you.
But I am nothing like you.

You just went in.
Like it was your place to do so.
You took in your fancy books.
And all that money.
With all your ideas.
Thinking you were Better.
Clever.
Stronger.
Well you weren’t.

They were happy.
But you wouldn’t let them say no.
You disgust me.
And now.
Because of you.
I shamefully wear this white skin.

I wrote this poem as a response to all the white people that came to the pacific island and took over. I find it very disgusting how they thought they were better. The pacific islanders were doing fine on their own with all their traditions and family. They were living off the land and the sea. I think the white people coming in was unnecessary and destroyed what they had. Although there are benefit like the education they provided I still feel ashamed as from reading many poems no one wanted them there.