Drivin in jozi with wild hair
designer shades
juicey tubed lips
pumpin beats
tinted windows
fags in hand
'your so hot right now'
different beautiful like our city
people stare often
'we know what we are, we know what we're not'
what you see ain't what you get
jozi, my home
so corrupted, so alive - so me
people dont understand you
how can they not see how beautiful you are?
give them time...
they will see
I
Carolyn Vuletic
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jozi-place-of-gold/
