speaking out
THEY say you are what you eat...so...I refuse to eat cabbage...for I have no desires of becoming one... but...then THEY say if I don't... I will suffer...somewhat of a vitamin deficiency ...THEY say eat potatoes...then I become... listless...do THEY hope to turn me...into a couch potato?...THEY confuse me... THEY see...THEY can not convince me...me and others...the list is endless...who question these...deviouse ways...which...THEY claim will lead to a healthy life style... THEY label us rebels... for...our veins ooz with black ink...and... we spit on every white paper we come across...in times of Luther jnr. we would be called panthers... in times of Tambo we would be- cast away from our land of birth ...if Biko was still alive he would be on the fore-front...saying "fuck freedom front- black man you are on your own"...so...when will you see...through their pretences...and fake smiles...look at how...THEY...keep their life style healthy by building walls and tall- fences around their houses...to THEM...THOSE that live at Vanderbijlpark...and other places...where APARTHEID faked his death...I say...go on a hunt for a SWINE...and eat it to the bone...because you are...what you eat...after all.
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