Now Let Me Tell You Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

Listen,
Lend me your ears,
Person! Listen,
As walk down the streets
with your smile wide open
like the world would never end
As if the birds will never stop singing
And you open your heart
warmly towards all these strangers
Passing by your left. and right
Listen!
Some of them are fakers
Real pretenders

Listen
Hear me now,
Person! Listen!
You go to church every second week
You hug, perhaps kiss those cold skins
And but the beat of their hearts
You preserve your kindness
Just for to lick the taste out of it
But let you hear this,
Some of them are fakers
Real haters

Listen
Calm your attention
Person! Listen!
As you glide upon all the doctors and nurses
and upon you sitting and waiting
Just amazed by their ups and downs within the wards,
Some wearing white coats that bring hope
Some with smiles that instill faith unto them,
Well you need to hear this,
some of them are fakers
Real chancers

You see,
I mean!
You hear the speeches in parliament?
And surely you watch the addresses on television
Wll you like but not love their
Becaus should you do,
Then you will believe
And should you believe, the worl is dead!
Because some of those black suit leaders
Are fakers!
I smell so much dishonor upon the honor they being given
Listen!

I feel proud but disgusted
To be the one whispering this alarm,
I feel bad but good to be the one
Taping my fingers in your brains
Not because i might be a faker
I just want escape the habit of pretend
Listen!
I want to escape the crime
Of having a purely white but black heart