What I learnt ?

I am born African, I resemble one of the many African
My teachings and acts are grounded in the different world
And this has earned me the label: knowledgeable and clever -
for I was taught all that I was allowed to learn,
I became a clone -half disregarded men half made god

When my teachings were regarded enough,
It was thought time to send me to my own –
learnt enough to change the others
No matter how much teachings- never enough
Alas, in their eyes it could not change me –
I can never be one of them
For you see, it is not what I know that they look at
but the colour of my skin

To an African- I have changed,
learnt the ways of the made gods, speak like one,
on stage like one, mostly, confused by the colour of my skin
what am I, what I learnt

Taught only enough to change me from being an African
not enough to be a made god-my skin could not be taught
when among African-I looked no different
could it be, when quiet and off stage I am an African
is it all that deep,
for words and actions are only for those looking
and when they can't see- I do not exist