Beautiful but dark on the inside.
An unsafe space where fear of the unknown
Is no longer an imagination.
In every corner I turn to
I find people smoking weeks and
Swallowing their futures.
Where brilliant minds that can be used to change
The world have no future.
A community where people are jealous
Of others’ successes.
Being called by derogatory names
Long before you appear at the corner of the dusty street.
Where most men believe manhood is a title.
Where you are not man enough if you are soft.
But most of all,
This is where I live,
Where I was born and raised.
In my mama land.
The land of ubuntu.
Where I was taught never to discriminate,
Criticise or judge
Because I’ll miss a lot if I only see a face.