Mother City Poem by Sithandiwe Soweto Salela

It is the city where I was born,
but it's not my roots are
It has different social races
Almost every person can speak at least two languages
And many can speak several

It has it's unique sound of nature
The barking of dogs and sound of cicads in summer
In winter the smell of coal and wood burning
In townships you found kasi food
It has it's vibe

It has good people
YES! of course there are people
Some of us are criminals
Most of us are just good
Decent, deligent people
Making our way through life

Whenever I roam this place
I will come back to.