I came out with the Truth
To the Truth and
All hands picked up stones,
I come out to the Truth
With the Truth and
Everybody riots,
Easier if you knew Who the enemy was!
It’s sad… Flesh of My Flesh
They got You Hooked!
Shared heritage into flames,
Black and blue; They got You lured!
Tangled and seduced by
The siren song of control!
You bury your own
To look good in the eyes of another
To look good in the eyes of those
Who bury You
To look good in the eyes of their own
Cannot unblend fallen
To risen apartheid!
Cannot differentiate, the ‘Now from Then’
Tell me, can you not see?
We got out just to go in
Apologies aside!
Only told the truth everybody else was thinking.
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Malindi Matladi is a word warrior with a heart full of wonder and a mind full of questions. A proud product of Qwaqwa, Thaba-Di-Mahlwa, Free State, and a distinguished member of the Young Writes program. Through her writing and speaking, she creates safe spaces for raw, honest conversations, tackling topics like mental health, identity, and social justice. As a passionate advocate for self-expression and empowerment, she inspires others to find their voice.
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