I pack my backs
“It’s time to go”
Never has this feeling of joy felt so bold
I am all grown up now
Without mommy and daddy by my side
I can make my own decisions now
I am leaving home
Goodbye to my parents
As they wail seeing the back of me
It’s hard
They hope if they will ever see me
I wonder if I ever want to see them again
Europe will great
It will brighten my mood
It will take all the marks away
That the old regime as left in my way
At least there I’ll be South African
And not clustered in a group
At least I’ll have peace of mind
While I try to recover from remnants of the past
Adulthood, flight
I’ll spread my wings and I’ll overcome my obstacles
It’s time to rise
It is time to fly
Goodbye South Africa
I hope I’ll never see you again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem