They say this is not my home, <br />but why does it feel like my bedroom, <br />they say i am not welcomed, <br />i gaze through the glass windows, <br />the air, the wind, and seas welcome me indeed, <br /> <br />they say this is not my land, <br />but why am i not separated from it, <br />they say this is not my country, <br />then why does it feel like it, <br />they say i am not like them, <br />then why do i look like them, <br /> <br />for long never said a thing, <br />for long never given change, <br />so long it took for me to grant, <br />so long it takes for me to cry, <br /> <br />i am offered an artificial smile, <br />and i offer my heart, <br />with tires i am roasted like a chicken, <br />but why do i feel like i am in the kitchen, <br />i work and somehow the is a benefit for all, <br />but i benefit and somehow the is hate against me, <br /> <br />too long never been nomadic, <br />too long ever been stable, <br />a song i sing with soul, <br />but i do not belong, <br />and i do not dream!<br /><br />Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-xenophobia-why/
