I had grown up reading books of one kind
I had devoured stories that in my mind
Epitomized the Western civilization
That reflected, in hindsight, colonial domination
Others writers were nowhere to be found..
Even authors of other backgrounds
Had their writing passed through the sieve
Of the dominant narrative, they could not cleave
Their stories from those of their colonizers indeed
For their voices to be heard, the world saw no need
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The world has changed, too late, I must say
As we head towards decolonization in every way
My reading repertoire has expanded to include
Voices from minorities previously subdued
Their (dark) sides of history are now being told
With fresh narratives, hidden truths unfold
In a truly free and decolonized world
Democratic should be the printed word
I applaud and hope all minorities
Continue to acquaint the world with their stories
Passion...unbridled 