What Do You Know? Poem by Strawberry T. Dube

I am from emjondolo,
I grew up with no father,
And i would push a brick
pretending as if it's car,
Borrow other kids toys
And cry every time they for them back.
The dream i had of seeing my father
Was like seeing a snail talking,
Because i knew it was something impossible

'mother where is my father?
Is he holding a button of your emotions?
Cause every time i ask you about him
you always cry...

She responded
'i was raped and you were born,
Your father is serving life sentence at the jail '
This is a story, that nearly killed me.
The flood of tears from my eyes to my chest
Fertilizing the seed of hate

So what do you know about me?