I am from a place where superheroes don’t wear a cape
I am from a township in the Western Cape
I am from a place where praying to the white God is the mockery of ancestors
where dreams and hopes are told as stories that are never fulfilled
hunger and drugs are part of our daily bread

I am from a place where children become mothers to children
a place where satisfaction of buried joys rage in families
a mother against her daughter and a son against his father

A place where neighbors kill the art of big dreamers yet rejoice with mischief
Where stealing is the only door to luxury
A preacher preaches of salvation yet sleep with those who seek redemption
where sinners’ sin and sins are not seen

I’m from a place in the Cape where superheroes don’t wear a cape
a place full of dead dreams
Heroes that fan the fire of hope through the forest
but get no reconciliation of their own dreams

I am from a place, a township in the Western Cape.