Saturday 31 March 2012

The Streets Know Me Better

Met a man last night
He introduced me to a new life
Bought me a lovely dress
and a nice pair of shoes
And introduced me to soap
shower gel and water.

He introduced me to decency
A life I am not accustomed to
Because the streets taught me otherwise
I was scared to try the new dish
of steaming hot fried meat and rice
and of hot coffee and fresh fruits
This is not the life I know
I know cold left over food and
stale fruits
Dirty and tattered rags for clothes
Cold, rough and dusty floors as beds.

Then he took me to his house
Gave me a bed to lie on
With blankets and something he called duvet
He introduced me to comfort, and warmth
He shown me affection
and kindness that I felt scared
This new life felt strange.

The following morning
I ran away
Back to my old tatters and
the stale food,
The cold and dusty floors
Back to the streets.

He could never have understood why,
But I know best
These streets know me better.

Saturday 17 March 2012

I AM NOT JUST A FINE PIECE




I walk past you and
You see a beautiful piece
With a cute face, and a nice body
Then you whistle
Followed by the uuhs and aaahs
You see the outside,
The physique amazes you
But I am not just a fine piece
I am what you don't see
The sorrow that is not written across
my face
I am the anger that burns inside my chest when you
subject me to judgement
I am the pain that bends the veins in my heart
tearing me a part.
But you don't see that
Because I'm still the strength that outgrows the sorrow
cools the anger and burns out the pain and makes me
Look sane, smile and walk heads high
Tell me,
Would you stare at me
Are those the noises you'd make
If I was the one in the streets
All dirty and sweaty?
With a gloomy look, lonely and frustrated
Wouldn't you shun me away
Kick me out of your way?
Wouldn't you spit at my sight?
Scorn my presence?
You like me now
Because I'm modest
You'd despise me if I were different
It's nothing wrong to appreciate
But it's nothing right either
In assuming that I'm perfect,
See me for what I am inside
Because I am not just a fine piece.