I don't know how I was made to believe,
That you were to never deceive,
We were always together and all the time very strong,
I think I was holding on for a bit too long.

All the time I moved on and I had hope,
When people told me that with that I shouldn't cope,
You made me believe that my dreams would come true,
With your own serpent ways too

I thought you were the one all along,
But now it's proven that I was totally wrong.
Every time you make a mistake, you promise that it's your last,
And I don't know how you made me forget so fast.

All the time you were trying to change me,
When I was trying to be the best anyone can be,
All you think about is how to use me, I can now see
To get the satisfaction you want for free,

At first I thought this made me so special,
You mde me feel so confused at times,
That I felt like committing the worst of crimes.

Why was I holding on? I really have no clue,
When my heart and mind confirm that nothing is true.

It's Sunday in South Africa
It's a little rainy so don't mind if I studdle
I wake up everyday with thoughts of struggle
I wanna be somebody but my inner strength start to mumble
But I got to look for happiness even though where I live it's expensive
The intesnsity of where I live almost mde me give up on poetry
I miss wearing my blessings like a roserry
It's Sunday let me go to church

There is nothing you can do, we're as good as you,
we will progress forwards, whatever you may do;
I joined the army, they all looked at my figure,
I'm used to it - the silly things we have to endure.

We have a reproductive system, child bearing hips,
but now I'm wearing epaulettes with three red pips;
I'm crawling through mud, even might put down a 'try,'
they can't take it - 'Isn't she just supposed to be a guy?'

So what of the future - maybe we'll be playing the men,
not possible - otherwise things will never be same again;
God mde us to be in company but sarge says it's mysogyny,
don't tell me that you're not bothered, I am who I want to be.

It's time for you to 'man up' because things are changing,
to be accommodating with your thoughts rearranging.