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