My great grandfather was a Slave
My grandfather was a Native
My grandmother was a Bantu
My mother was a kaffir, Nigga, Negro
Names imposed by shackles
But an Afrakan I am
An identity my forefathers were deprived of
An identity I am now polluting with the fumes of cigarettes
In dope I am giving it another face
In ecstasy I am giving it a comical image
My drunken stupor gives it an unstable belonging
My borrowed accent contradicts what it represents
My imitated dress code conceals its beauty
My adopted religion undermines my intellectual prowess
My language deafens my ancestors
My values are valueless
My mind is discriminatory
It repels anything indigenous
Whilst absorbing all that is alien
None can identify with me
Even those I am emulating
Patriotism I reserve for my kind
I look down at my patriots
If I were xenophobic
I could have been my own victim
I pride myself in my slanted inferior education
An education promptly deleting my true history
Ignorance is my custom
I am dreaming dreams my forefathers cannot interpret
I am singing praise songs for my dying culture
I am branding a heritage
I cannot inherit
Knowledge of freedom is embedded in my subconscious
But suppressed by fear
Fear to develop my culture and identity
Fear to be rejected by the world
Fear to be different and still love myself
Yet with no identity I remain