They say this is not my home, br but why does it feel like my bedroom, br they say i am not welcomed, br i gaze through the glass windows, br the air, the wind, and seas welcome me indeed, br br they say this is not my land, br but why am i not separated from it, br they say this is not my country, br then why does it feel like it, br they say i am not like them, br then why do i look like them, br br for long never said a thing, br for long never given change, br so long it took for me to grant, br so long it takes for me to cry, br br i am offered an artificial smile, br and i offer my heart, br with tires i am roasted like a chicken, br but why do i feel like i am in the kitchen, br i work and somehow the is a benefit for all, br but i benefit and somehow the is hate against me, br br too long never been nomadic, br too long ever been stable, br a song i sing with soul, br but i do not belong, br and i do not dream!br br Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwabr br