My name is Julia
I am 17 years old; I live in South Africa with my mother and we share everything together, from bread to secrets.
my dreams are bigger than my head
not like my fathers –
my mother said his dreams drank themselves to death,
He left to never make my name
but my mother couldn’t sing
a wrong note in me.
me and my mother,
we don’t have as much as shoes right now,
but we’re strong
as long as we’re on our feet.
People talk about close family but if my mother is out
no one is closer to me than my neighbour,
you never know when you need the next person.
I only half understand my heart,
but its where my love is.
It has taught me
the faith it takes to walk
I’m burning for some things.
I may be poor, but in heart,
and you are looking at black skin
that's been dug into
for what is under it.