Black in London vs White in Zimbabwe

BLACK IN LONDON
(“Everyone wants to be rapper” Soweto Kinch)

I seem to notice black people. Don’t know why.
It’s like I’m looking for them all the time. Train, shop, everywhere.

Why?

I’m not staring, but I acknowledge you before you actually notice me. Are you African? From the Islands?

Do I feel intimidated?

Don’t know.

Maybe.

We intimidate each other for no apparent reason.

It’s inbred.

Black on black violence.

WHITE IN ZIMBABWE
(“Zombie” Cranberries)

I seem to notice white people. Don’t know why.
I see you in your cars, shops, walking, everywhere.

Why?

I’m not trying to figure out anything; I just notice you.