3. Weary…

I keep running away whenever the topic of treatment pops up. I’ve had to switch doctors every time. Loved ones want me medicated but everybody who is medicated keeps telling me they don’t feel any better.

Maybe there are pills that can make me happy and well adjusted. I just wish those pills can also make it easier for me to be

Black in an anti-black world

Queer in a hetero-normative world

utterly disappoint at post-Apartheid SA’s broken promises

A worker under neoliberal late-capitalism

and so on and so forth.