Their eyes no longer see
The strangers as a threat
For I am already written
In their blacklist

They no longer protect their
House with a fence for
They now tie their hands
Now tie their dogs inside their
House for they see me as thief

They no longer dry their
Maize floor outside their hut
For they see me as an ant-eater
My existence has now turned
Into a definition of peace
Inside the house

They now watch me with the eye
Of a nkhwezule as I jump on the
Corridors of their mansion
Their mouths now shout at me

The times like a drunkard
Their feet never chased a thief
Without their brains thinking
About my name for my life is
What they think is in their brains

For I was born without a name,
Villain is what their mouths gossip
About my name