Mosiac

my heart is like my mouth, always open

my mind is like my sleeve

cut up into separate sections

be smart, unlike the doubt, laying hopeless

we’re blind despite the grief

cut up into separate sections

For The Poor, By The Poor.

Painting by Thabiso Phepeng, "Jozi".

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Cape Town, 1983, Tricameral Constitution: in addition to the House of Assembly (whites), two separate assemblies are created for coloureds (House of Representatives) and Indians (House of Delegates). 

This is why some "Coloureds" and some Indians and many white people still have a sense of their being superior to Africans in South Africa.  Yes, these days they hide it well.  Political correctness has taught them to grin and bear the darkie, the black, the kaffir, to hold their tongues and watch their manners until they get home, but unfortunately hate and contempt aren't things that a person can easily hide.