In my dream
I was as brave as Madiba
Speaking my mind
My finger did not sweat
When I stood in front of the powerful
I did not speak in images
I was as direct as a bullet
Cutting through the heart
Spattering ancestral blood
All over the carpet
I was not afraid to speak about
Those who fear those who
Speak their minds
Those who know what they know
And speak it
Out no matter the consequences

In my dream
I wrote words straight from my heart
With bloodstains for punctuation marks
The blood of my people
I wrote words with broad shoulders
Strong limbs and muscular
Yes like in dance, elegance
But cutting through rhetoric
Revealing neo-fascists
With faces like my cousins
They looked me in the eye
The guardians of power
Scared but armed with state power

My smile to them
Was a grenade
They snatched it rudely
My laughter was an exocet missile/
They detonated it onto my body
Again and again
But still
I am the child of the day after tomorrows
I know the value of truth