I’m from a place Where no one wish to visit but wish to leave. A place that’s like a tree with no leaves. A place that’s like a tree with no leaves. A place where affection is like a rain in the dessert. Where people live and love with flesh but not heart. Where parents give their own children weapons to go and kill. A place where brothers abuse their own sisters, Leaving them with wounds that never heal. I’m from a place where crime is a source of income. A place where the power of men is seen through splitting blood. A place where one gains respect by having gun. A place where family holds no value. I’m from a place Where there is no place for peace. A place that is covered by the sky that has clouds with no silver line. A place that I wish to leave but feel traped to it. Where men do as they please with women and girls their blood. I’m from Soweto