Zolani Nkomo

Rookie (15/06/1995 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Youth Set Goals


Youth Set Goals To Get To Where We're Going
Not All Opportunities Can Be The Same but We Have To Do What We Can With What We Have
Some Of Us Against The Odds
Under Privileged and Disadvantaged Backgrounds
Our School Has The Least Infrastructure For a School Of It's Kind
We've Been Picked From The Bunch To Be The First Matriculants
We Have It In Our Hands To Set The Standards
If Race Wasn't An Issue When It Comes To Success
Why Is The School With The Least Resources
Have The Most Blacks
Why Are We Still Deprived
They're Government Schools and This One Aren't The Same
I See Only White Faces On The Front Page Of The Newspaper
It Is Their News Paper After All
Don't Believe Me?
Check The Name Of The Editor
All The Money Is In Their Hands
So How Can My Future Be In Mine
So What If My President Is Black
Everything That Matters They Own
University Of Pretoria Accepts 60% White Before Anything Else
They (Because Of The Old Apartheid Regime) Have The Best and Most Of Everything
They Say We Must Have Targets
But Honestly I Don't Know Where My Heart Is

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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