Please be patient with me,
Sometimes when I’m around
People I ooz out and have a thought
To myself.When you ask me what’s
Wrong and I say nothing,Please
Believe me.Theres nothing really.
Im just thinking to myself and
Sometimes I have no words to say
At all !! Please be patient with me.
Slit my wrists
What happens next?
The blood drips down
On to my desk.
The pain feels sharp
Inside my mind It clears my eyes
No longer blind.
The world is clear
I’m able to see
How people can show
Why stay here?
There’s nothing left
And nobody cares
About my death.
So I deepen the cuts
Lean back in my chair
And fade away because I don’t care.
“I cried and cried,
There was no one to
Wipe away the tears on my cheeks,
I looked down & realised
I have two hands myself.”
I’m ashamed :
I’m ashamed because I’m always on about being a proud African yet I know English more than my home language SeSotho.
I’m ashamed because I felt good when people from Qwaqwa said ke “ngwana wa ho tswa makgoweng”.They treated me like I was a special package.
I’m ashamed because I know a white man’s compliment means more and his invitation to a party with class would mean the world to me.
I’m ashamed because my African name embarrasses me.
I’m ashamed because my dreams,goals & fantasies falls under a white class.I want to be who I’m not suppose to be.
I’m ashamed because I know nothing about my tradition.All fancy things took my attention.
I’m ashamed because I do nothing about my shame.I’m doing nothing to protect my roots.
I’m only proud that I identified my shame & restructured my desires.
Can we know who we are & stop following a strangers foot steps !?!
I choose (chose) feminism
Because I believe in the
Equality of genders.I am
Against gender roles !!
But that doesn’t mean I hate men,
No,I don’t .. I have no reason to !!