I experience prison life, beatings, struggles,
having no power at all & no control over my life
I see Africans being murdered, I see racist white men,
I see the struggles that Africans face every day.
I hear a guard yelling at me, making fun of me & saying racist things to me & my cell mates.
I can hear prison cells closing, people getting killed and guns going off.
I feel angry at the people that did this to me and sad because I did nothing wrong.
All I wanted to do was help the people of South Africa.
I never broke the law. This was not justice.
I remember my family, I remember my friends, I remember nice meals and soft beds.
I remember being free. I remember being in hiding.
I want to get out and be free. I want to keep helping,
I want to make a difference.
I want to keep fighting apartheid.
I want to keep fighting for the people. My people!
The south African people.