
When the whites benefit from privilege,
it’s part and parcel of colonial heritage,
but when a giant rises from the marginals,
it eclipses the shallow heights of whiteness.
I’m colored, I’m scientist,
I’m poet, I’m polyglot –
coming from zero money,
I won the world with words.
Try and get your puny white brains
around this existence enigma –
compile your white canons of a century,
and they turn bleak next to just one year
of multicultural, multidisciplinary Naskar.
I never grovelled to be included,
I let my vastness out,
and the world queues for my grace.