Is it because of my skin colour

Well, let me take you with me in this,

I am black in colour,

Wondering is the reason we are called ‘THE BLACK.’

I give thanks to my grandparents for this colour

I remember we got to be whipped so hard in apartheid for useless reasons

No matter how many whips we get,

Our colour cannot change

Which made us stronger than focusing on the pains we felt

They turn us against each other

But still, that didn’t change how strong we were

We were many, and there were few

Which made them frightened by us

That is how they made sure that we ended up killing each other

Children became orphans because of their foolish motives

Coffins were going down day by day

Poor mother, father, child, daughter, son of someone