The racist brown girl

Fatima said that she doesn’t like this country,

And when I told her to go back to her own she said I was being racist,

I couldn’t understand it, because I was brown,

We were similar in every-way; we just came from different towns,

Yet we both ended up here, in the same place and classroom,

2 Asian girls fighting to the finish, leaving no room for war wounds,

Because one of us were going to win, and I wasn’t backing down,

If you don’t like this country Fatima, go back to your own town

And she repeated it again “you are a racist”

I think you need to check the dictionary girl, because you clearly don’t know the meaning of it,

I couldn’t understand how England seemed worse than where she was from,

I couldn’t understand why pointing that out meant I should be shunned upon.

“You think you’re white” she said, spitting the words as she snared,

To be honest, I didn’t really take it as an insult, nor did I care,