Hate is a reaction

If I was mother africa I would cry too the only difference is that she cries blood I’m after all her child as I resemble her beautiful mahogany skin I don’t act   to me, hate is a reaction.

I was not born with it. But it was taught to me by the experiences of being one of her offspring. I live in the modern age where we preach equality Engulfed by anger, I see them begging on street corners pretended to feel no remorse. I could not help but to pity Course to me, hate is a reaction.

Seeing my own kind in the same circumstance, I failed to sympathise. For I was born in it, black being the colour of poor. Remember, I am no stranger to struggle Seeing them red with envy, sunburned and holding walking sticks, nearly got me on my knees calling him bass again
For in my sick mentality it is wrong to see them seek some comfort from what they consider inferior passed as if I was not affected but the pain was inflicted Course to me, hate is a reaction.

Voetsek! Where were you when your government took care of its own, is what I felt like saying, but only ended up with mixed emotions. Rage, sorry, hurt, revenge, sorry, noxious, disgust, sorry just had to be there Sickened by the sardonic, mocking look on their faces when they ask for my last two rands has got me wanting to throttle them by their throats and telling them to fuck off. But my tongue is tied as I am not like them. Thank God to me, hate is a reaction.

They think their smarter but they should have known as they themselves said that what goes around comes around and it should be a thousand folds more
But we have our mother’s heart, a heart of gold and to her we raise our glasses as we sleep with a clear mind to say they started it. So I’ll go on to claim my inheritance with no bitterness. I feel it is time for me to extend a hand to help my brother up for we blend and in a single voice scream out loud. To us, hate is a reaction.

So it is their fault after all. To you who plants no seeds of resentment but reaps them. Raise your hand in dignity
for it is all fair that you climb up the ladder. Stop feeling guilty for owning possessions that you used to only see while visiting your domestic guardian. But it is time for you to cling to you last pride. Rise and shine, For what went up, came down eventually. Teach your children that as long as your last name is black. To you, hate is just a reaction.