Proudly South African

I fit the stereotypical African line with it. You sit there anticipating lush soil as tradition and religion come into play. People in stunning grasslands with dark tans from Africa. Well, I'm surrounded by concrete and sand monkey skin pits. My stars are in flight, and I can see them through the windows of my apartment before they soon disappear.

I tell them to translate what they convey. the mockery continues in Vernick it's like a membership in the black united communities. what I lack, am I not an African too. has my upbringing in the suburbs made me lose my roots. What I need is becoming an African yourself.

Has my suburban upbringing caused me to lose my roots? I've misplaced my label, which was "black and a coconut," but now I reject letting your pencil depict who I am since I am as African as life's music. the rhythm, tune, and melody. I have a sub-Saharan moon-reflecting glint in my eye. I was born in this country; I am a South African citizen. I love my country and I celebrate my modern.