The street, a place that is foolishly wise, yet wisdon gained.
She never fails to educate; she discriminates not.
She welcomes you and gives you a plot.
The street a home to many
The street a home to any
The street is home to the homeless
The abandoned, the disowned and the outcast.
Giving birth to a small big family.
Waging a defence against poverty, lack and family errors.
But some chose to sit on the fence
Some chose the solution to be violence
Some chose to continue the experience.
Some wear a ski mask at dusk without it pricking their conscience.
The street us a jungle in the city
Unlike the jungle they don’t prey on one another
The stalls houses their shadows
You can see the erectness of their shadows
Like the reptiles creeping into the houses.
Without roofs, windows and doors
The nights breeze gives cold comfort
Yet waging peaceful war against their body
The vampires ravage their skins with straws.
Singing sweet agonizing tunes without any flaw
Sucking their blood with obligation and in return giving them gift
A gift in return, capable of ending their lives without a rift.
The street, a school to many
Knowledge found, knowledge,the hardway gained
Survival so pertinent, they disregard that silent voice,
And their hands are stained
The garage, the road, the crevices and the hood, good enough for a class
The fights, the burglary, the unwanted pregnancy,
Leading to being baby mamas, enough to earn a credit or pass.
Inspite of the torture existence doles out to them
Existence says, it is not enough
Victims and candidates for ritual sacrifices
Victims of mistaken identity leading to death
Victims if destiny damage and mental obstruction
Targets for the overtly ambitiousvand greedy souls
Weapons in the hands of the underworld who chose the broadway to riches without control
Inspite of the harshness of the street.
The street has dreams
It gives you the right to dream; some fufill theirs
Some just become fading stars
Some leave a space for regrets by paying the
Price promptly for parading capitulation
Some are debtors to death
Because a way out, gave death
Circumstances makes a man
Challenges gives you a stand
Do you care to be patient and intelligent enough to find out what it takes to make something of it.
This is coming from the thought of my pen; not my mouth.
Because the street gives you alot to think about