door David Kapp
Gepubliceerd op: Mar 26, 2011
Onderwerp
Type: Poëzie

Are you free, from hunger?
From the cold?

Are you free, from the looks of others?
Who – still, want to classify you into apartheid’s categories?
In the name of research, on official forms, in triplicate, with a black pen,
with your right hand and not your subversive-left.

Are you free, from the stereotype
people paint you into?

Visions, tele-visions

Are you free,
from your own little box
(your little soap box)
in the corner of your mind?

Are you free, from yourself?

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