A childwood unde apartheid

I walk each day and try to find her face.

In 1960, the police took her suddenly from our place.

I shouted her name, but she couldn’t stay close.

I felt empty, the world heavy, darker than I chose.

My body heard his voice on every street corner.

I will find her one morning, my brain rejected the never.

But now, the streets feel quiet every night,

Because Apartheid takes away our rights.

I feel lonely in a space where morals have dissapear.

Peace is not lost, lost is not fear

I keep her smile in safe deep inside my heart.

A little light that helps when nights are dark.

Even if, the country feels cold and hope seems small.

I wait for her, and I won’t give up at all.