Susan
Oh how I long that you could share the same life as mine
It saddens me to hear the stories you tell. You work In mansions but live in a shack, you pick up while we snack,you wake up early while I sleep in.
Susan
Oh how I long I could give you a reset button.
Susan I long for the life where you were never a victim of the apartheid Regime.
A life where your skin colour nor gender classified your class.
A life filled with smiles that aren't put on just because the madams in the house.
A life where you felt like a person with dreams that weren't unrealistic but rather very optimistic.
Susan I'm listening
I hear your groans as your aching aging back gets up from the cement cold floor
I hear your footsteps as you walk along the sandy dry road
I hear your frustration as you wait for your RDP house in anticipation.
Susan I hear you
I've never had the same struggles as you but I ankowledge you
I see you
Not just the outer complexion of your aging wrinkled face.
I see the real you. The strong victorious women who raised a family, and walks miles to provide
The grandmother who will never give up a fight.
I no longer have broken eyes I see the truth and Susan you are the truth
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
Susan
Oh how I long that you could share the same life as mine
It saddens me to hear the stories you tell. You work In mansions but live in a shack, you pick up while we snack,you wake up early while I sleep in.
Susan
Oh how I long I could give you a reset button.
Susan I long for the life where you were never a victim of the apartheid Regime.
A life where your skin colour nor gender classified your class.
A life filled with smiles that aren't put on just because the madams in the house.
A life where you felt like a person with dreams that weren't unrealistic but rather very optimistic.
Susan I'm listening
I hear your groans as your aching aging back gets up from the cement cold floor
I hear your footsteps as you walk along the sandy dry road
I hear your frustration as you wait for your RDP house in anticipation.
Susan I hear you
I've never had the same struggles as you but I ankowledge you
I see you
Not just the outer complexion of your aging wrinkled face.
I see the real you. The strong victorious women who raised a family, and walks miles to provide
The grandmother who will never give up a fight.
I no longer have broken eyes I see the truth and Susan you are the truth
