I’m from a place where dreams are crushed into dust,
Where no one has met the definition of peace.
I’m from a place where going to school is a challenge,
Because you don’t know whether you’ll make it back home safe.
I’m from a place where females are scared to sleep at night,
Scared that the roofs will cave in and all of their dreams will be crushed to dust.
I’m from a place where teenagers seek validation from Instagram,
When those likes aren’t even read!
I’m from a place where a bundle of joy is dumped everyday,
Because they can’t provide for their joy.
I’m from a place where speaking English is a measure of intelligence.
A place where females sell themselves to put bread on the table.
What kind of a place is this?
Is it far from over?
What kind of a place where a woman is hungry?
What kind of a place where a woman is sad?
I’m from that place
I’m from the South
I’m from South Africa!