KZ-(minus) N

Arrogance manifests in coffee shops,

Shop purchases not trusting

African mouthed information.

Empathy chip broken in brains

Refusing to believe poverty contained

Outside of electric fences and guard dogs.

Whatever deal was struck,

I am offended.

Yes I, am offended.

Every time I walk down a Durban street.

Every black South African poet I meet.

Every person I just want to chat and greet,

Will probably think

I’m just like you.

To the white South Africans
That I witnessed arrogant in coffee shops,

In retail stores

Behind fences

And defences,

A violator of African soil at worst,

At best

A guest

On it.

By your actions, I am defined.

Sometimes I just want to take the Natal

Out of KwaZulu,

Take the Rand

Out of what you do

Take the wealth

Out of your inheritance

Take the land

Out of your existence.

One thing I learned though.

My opinion means nothing

To those that matter.

My view of those that offend me

Becomes lost in white noise.

Humbled, I bow to this important lesson.

And wait for those who can,

To take the Natal and the Rand

From you.

I pray for justice.

I pray for peace.

Knowing without one,

There cannot be another.