POETRY

Who Do I Cry To?

Killer minds everywhere

Or is it what they call African renaissance?

Exactly, Who do I cry to?

Surrounded by hypocrites, Who hit hard and run fast……….

But this is me Black and talented Where do you find me?

Out struggling to survive

A gone category – “either you are an intellectual or out of work”

You talk about the system

What does it mean to me?

When the valleys of the sun are malnourished

You talk about transformation

Is it helping me?

When poverty has struck hard

You talk about freedom

Are we really free?

When my father is still jailed for telling the truth

But why so many questions?

My mind is unstable

Commanded by pain and hatred

But you’ll just never know, would you?

But what did I expect

When you are one of them

And I’m still left on the same tip

Who do I cry to?