When we were black,
We were in a permanent state of wrong,
Wrong colour, wrong place, wrong time, wrong language, wrong hair.
We were Dompasses, Bantustants, “nie blankes nie”
We were protest, uprisings, and petrol bombs
We were everything the law despised
Until it was enough.
Enough protests, enough uprisings, enough petrol bombs.
Then we were more
More than group areas, more than immorality acts
We were black and we could be.
Look at me now, suddenly on the right side of rights
I am constitutional, I am the bill of rights, I am equal before the law.
On paper I am all these things,
I am just another black,
standing on the constitutional court steps
asking for a textbook.