I am done South Afrika I am done.
I am done land of the free. Fuck you all!!
My sisters are crying, my trans sisters are wailing
Weeping as you rape them, shun them and reject them
They are my sisters because I myself am trans
We are like the gutter of the marginalized and excluded
We let all your pain pass through us because we are one with the structure
And rain of terror never lives us dry but no one cares to wipe us dry
We live in the ghetto, mostly with no formalised education
No formal employment, no housing, no good health system or family support
We identify with the black plight because we too are black
And we know how the boot of white supremacy feels on our arses
We identify with the feminist movement because we are women
We experience the toxicity and violence of patriarchy in communities and relationships
We associate ourselves with the LGBT+ community because we are sexualised
Our gender identity is criminalised and punished by a heteronormative society
We advocate for the poor because we do not have capital to be capitalists
Yet we are forgotten.
We are used.
We are the ones you hate the most in all of humanity!
In your eyes we are not human,
Yes even to you who fight for YOUR humanity
Are we just numbers? Identity number at home affairs
Where it is still incredibly difficult to amend our ids?
Are we just folder numbers in clinics?
Where we are met with health experts that know nothing about OUR biology?
Are we just faces to paint your protests inclusive and open
Seriously, tell us! Are we what you rally for your causes nothing more?
Fuck your Ubuntu! Fuck you Bantu! Fuck iSintu! And fuck uLuntu!
Cause you assume yourselves to have a monopoly of life
I am done. I am finished. Ek is klaar. Ek is moeg. Ek wil net rus.
Fokof ndidikiwe! Ndithyafile. Ndiyayeka. Voetsek. Ndiyahamba
Ndiyahamba ndiyotyatyadula ndiyabula kwezi zitalato ndifuna ukuphila
A living I will make through means that will bring more judgement to me
Well I don’t have to literally be hustling in these streets
But I do have to look after one, one of my own, one of my people.
When there’s all the celebrated times of the year for each the marginalized group
I ask: When am I affirmed as a trans person? When is my freedom day?
When is my Africa Day? When is my TransDay?
