all we ever know

This poem is a touch of black economic experiences. A sign of how much education is lacking in the townships of Johannesburg.

Every Child grows looking up to someone, hoping they become something in life. But what happens most of the time is that; their role model is not what they seem to be.

Every Child is a blessing, mind so fresh like the morning breeze, hungry for knowledge but won't get fed. Eight out of ten children experience emotional and physical abuse, seven out of the ten children are black.

Every Child from a less privileged background experience's internal and external manipulation. Whatever they go through they become.

There is a problem with the black generation, education is like a beast against them. So we tackle life using forces, that's all we know.

Author's Note

There's very little mentioned in the context but understanding the words from my perspective gives you more of than what you read.

Must i continue the poem or should I start a book on this content?