It was night and we were drinking in the garden by the church.
I looked at my friend and asked him,
- “Di, are you always aware that you’re black?”
- “No, not really. Sometimes I think about it, if someone is weird with me in a bar,
or on the street … people looking at you funny, know what I mean”?
- “Then I think, is it because I’m black?
But you don’t know.
It can be for so many reasons
Yeah; but I think about it.”