southafrica
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At this 100 day mark I am reminded of my past because of the present And I fear for our children's future I was a white kid reaping the benefitsOf a white South AfricaI don't mean to make a division,
It’s past midnight, and at that, past my bed time.
I watch as dad helps my mother load the boxes,
Into her royal blue Volkswagen.
It’s drizzling yet no one seems to care
The thought of a slippery road never seemed
