Is jy n man of n muis?
I walk down the street
I see white white white black white white
Heading down-town white fades to black
Black black black is what I see
Glancing into the window of a salon I am met by a face
White as snow
She must surely be out of place
I trace the face back to the reflection of a hand which becomes my arm which becomes my body... by being
How is it that I find myself in this part of town?
Where the beat of life’s realistic tunes fill the air
Hunger and corruption
You see life is not always greener on my side.
I want to walk wherever I please
But the colour of my skin refuses to release me
Damn it, I said release me
Please free me!
Now don’t get me wrong
I adore my fair complexion
And the heritage
Even though it lacks perfection
But why should it hold me back...
Is it because I’m not black?
I know racism like few people do
Hard to believe since I’m not disadvantaged
But that’s just the thing
I am because I need to watch where I go
Cause I don’t blend in
I don’t blend in to the surroundings that attract me
That calls me
“Come see! Come see! Come see what we have on the ‘dark’ side!”
I know the situation is more complex than contrasting complexions
But I want to walk where I want to walk
I want to be who I want to be
Black black black black
I am white
Where it’s black
Sometimes I feel me being white is a curse.
O! Did I just say that?
Society better eat my dust
As I run the different race
Ek vra myself:
Is ek n man of n muis?
I look at your face and then at our fingerers...interlaced
Black white black white
Do you want to do this with me?
Do you want to be the change with me?
Do you want to throw it in this world’s face?
As we run this different race I ask you
“Is jy n man of n muis?”