Photo by mwangi gatheca on Unsplash
Photo by mwangi gatheca on Unsplash

By TBK

Oppressed by the system, depressed by its decision. An incision of thought of life outside of society. The humane thoughts of reality are a distant whisper…an echo lost in the wind. Here i am to fight the system. A system where corruption is the daily tea. A system where our women are controlled and undermined. A system where like-minded people want to believe its their reality…but what is reality?  Reality is just imagination…an illusion…a dream…we gotta wake up…. I feel alone. Noone knows my pain. It goes away but like rain, eventually pours on me. I just wanna fit in… but id have to sit in this chair driven by society. Im sorry for the pain ive caused…im sorry for the name i paused to say as our hearts beat faster. I am a robot…i do not know love.

TBK is a 2nd year student at Wits University, with a passion for the art’s. She is an aspiring poet and this piece is about her view of society.