I am the type you are supposed to fear <br />Black and foreign <br />Big and dreadlocks <br />An uneducated grass eater. <br /> <br />I talk in tongues <br />I chant at night <br />I appear anywhere, <br />I sleep with lions <br />And when the moon gets me <br />I am a Wailer. <br /> <br />I am moving in <br />Next door to you <br />So you can get to know me, <br />You will see my shadow <br />In the bathroom window, <br />My aromas will occupy <br />Your space, <br />Our ball will be in your court. <br />How will you feel? <br /> <br />You should feel good <br />You have been chosen. <br /> <br />I am the type you are supposed to love <br />Dark and mysterious <br />Tall and natural <br />Thinking, tea total. <br />I talk in schools <br />I sing on TV <br />I am in the papers, <br />I keep cool cats <br /> <br />And when the sun is shining <br />I go Carnival.<br /><br />Benjamin Zephaniah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neighbours/
