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Ronelda Kamfer

CHINATOWN ON A SUNDAY

my dad says to me
now you must try to find your feet again
you can’t carry on with this madness 
any longer I say I’m not mad
I’m depressed and suicidal 
he says you believe too much in what white people say 
I get out of the car and say
it’s only the white people who believe me 
when I tell them about you

CHINATOWN OP ’N SONDAG

CHINATOWN OP ’N SONDAG

my pa sê vir my 
nou moet jy ’n slag regkom
jy kan nie malgeit vir meer
langer doen nie ek sê ek is nie
mal nie ek is depressed en suicidal
hy sê jy glo te veel wat die wit mense sê
ek klim uit die kar uit en sê 
is net die wit mense wat my glo 
as ek hulle van jou sê

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CHINATOWN ON A SUNDAY

my dad says to me
now you must try to find your feet again
you can’t carry on with this madness 
any longer I say I’m not mad
I’m depressed and suicidal 
he says you believe too much in what white people say 
I get out of the car and say
it’s only the white people who believe me 
when I tell them about you

CHINATOWN ON A SUNDAY

my dad says to me
now you must try to find your feet again
you can’t carry on with this madness 
any longer I say I’m not mad
I’m depressed and suicidal 
he says you believe too much in what white people say 
I get out of the car and say
it’s only the white people who believe me 
when I tell them about you
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