I am from a place where gunshots are a norm – our deafening lullabies.
I’m from a place where people take the law into their own hands.
Criminals are beaten and necklaced.
I’m from a city filled with depressed teens.
Their cries for help fall deaf on parents’ ears.
Stay strong black child!
I’m from a place where one person’s plight is the cause for another’s laughter.
I’m from a place where the number of pubs exceed the number of schools.
Where being a drug lord is ordained a career.
I’m from a place called Delft.