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Outcast - Kgosatsana Mabalane
You’re dislocated
Out of shape
Lost with the harmony
You don’t belong here
Your crooked smile
Broken face
Scared eyes
Who are you
Walking in like that
Where is your home
Where do you belong
Here in high society
We don’t accept
Strays of the struggle
Threads of the poor
Pieces of the broken
Take your dislocated self else where
You tap to a different beat
Root into vibrations beyond
Grow in colours
They can’t dance like you
Feel like you
See like you
You belong elsewhere
You belong to rainy smell of the soil
You belong to sound of laughter from a child who gets her favourite ice cream
You belong to kid in his room alone thinking if he should end it all
You are above us, high society
A creature of beauty
A beacon of harmony
A whisper of pain