Inferior Seven Poem by Okello Baloyi

Young black male living a mystery life, disadvantaged without having both parents, with no one to guide or look up to, in cohorts with manipulative friends, bottling all the pain and sorrows, and continuously the misery takes place.

I'd visualise my fears nor day to day struggle, but my subconscious doesn't understand the value of life, many said I should live my life in their prospective, but I took the other way, as I'm the one who dance to the rhythm.

Stars shine but not brighter than the sun nor moon, what's beauty with either of them, what happens during the dark is similar to what happened during the day, as I age with possibilities.