I feel forced to play this stupid game
Called which days this week will I be BAME?
It’s not a game I can afford to lose,
So I think carefully about the days I’ll choose
To wear the label made for me
By the white majority,
Who’ve heard this word “diversity”
And now they’ve got a policy
To open up the doors.
But you better believe they’re keeping score
Of who comes in or passes through,
Always monitoring, evaluating me and you,
So my advice is - if you can- is do as I do -
Play up, play up and play the BAME!
Yes, yes, yes I AM playing the race card
Cos it’s the only hand I’ve got
The one thing that makes the difference
Of whether I’m in the room or not
To be part of the BIG conversation
They’re all having about representation.
(Erm…yeah, hello. Are you talking about me?)
Cos there’s not enough ladders and there’s too many snakes
This game I play has got high stakes -
And the odds are always against me.
We are all just ticking boxes,
Filling quotas, proving our worth
And my value’s not based on merit
Just what chance gave me at birth.
It’s all about ethnicity
Cos these days we don’t talk about… (race).
Naomi Sumner Chan