He said "Baas"
And all I could do was imagine
Imagine the response to his approach
Could it have been "boy"?
And everytime he uttered the word "Baas"
It was though I was being pricked
And I was
My anger was being pricked at
I could not imagine why
He kept saying "Baas"
Until another of my kind
Moved out of the way for "Baas"
I knew at that moment
These actions were the scars;
Reflected through the psychology,
Of the wounds which the whip of indoctrinction
Had healed into
Leaving him that said "Baas"
Still feeling as the inferior
As the word "Baas" kept ringing in my head
As I understoood the implications
All I seeked to uncover
Was the answer to the question
Which had now hovered in the back of my mind
Could his response have been "boy"?