Like a child without patience
I rushed in looking for acceptance
One of a kind my eyes too blind
To see the difference of you and you
Two worlds one space
Different minds of the Eastern Cape
I conversate to your click
But my words trickle with attempted sync
With a shine so bright
Clouds disappear out of fear
People salute the warmth
Offering praises with seasoned taste
But when sad the audience knows
Heavy tears are relentless
People disperse confused
At a unscripted heart
Fables express the former trust
Broken at the hands of a friend
Betrayed for the advancement of category
Centuries pass without pardon
I understand but you say I can’t
Creative politicking produces similar rants
Put down the book and listen
Pick up a pen and learn:
“My brother’s son is my son,
My sister’s daughter is my daughter
Weddings are a celebration
But funerals have become an indignation
Our children grow without the love of a Bantu
They toi toi when we say they can’t do
Liberators celebrated without water
Boyfriends second after becoming first Fathers
But if I grew up over there
My days would spent in a pool
Swimming with riches
Instead of walking two hours to school
My name would be pronounced with ease
Sleeping with love
Producing children
Not worrying about disease
Our struggle is simple
Determined to be me
A product of hope
The solution to longevity
Gentle child you are grown
With the spirit of knowing
Curiosity will serve justice
When I smile in good faith”.
- Jason Merai