taking a walk in SA, pre-1989 I have no idea what its like to be
You. I stumble, not falling forward; putting out my hands towards the dirty pavement and You, rushing fast along the heat-rising street in the opposite direction to the chanting masses singing their anger and my fear. You walk ahead of me; not knowing how I follow and thank you for being black and walking the same way I do. I mean...the same direction.
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