Homeless

17yrs; a life of battle I lived, without hope or peace of mind

My struggles have been nothing but gushes of pain like a thorn in my eyes

Pain leaking within; I was bleeding from inside
Mum saw the last of me at birth

The man who fathered me like the wind he is; unseen

 I've pestered earth; cried my eyes for food

Battle with the cold, sickness and my infirmity have glued to me

These streets that groom me have been a pattern of survival

Around the corner of Soweto; this place welcomed my arrival

I see rich people though throwing good food like dirt

Dustbins craw for my attention as I scamper daily their remains; I need their remains

To me it's a delight, there is no worth in feeling shame

I don't know the cavity of full chicken but I can prophesy to a chunk of meat

And you tell me; To whom do I complain? To whose command can I comply?

None! I don't know the day earth birthed me

Birthdays are feather less birds but still fly

I hold no knowledge of the day I was born; hold no record

I found me in this disarray, when I could reason with the sky ray

I..I realized the one woman who was my savior then; from birth had counted days

In her last day, she scooted closer to me and whispered

"Make today your 10th birthday and know not the life I've brought you up to experience"

With that, a Berger she died

Fellow beggars took her corpse; in a ditch she lay

A lifeless form that worshiped nothing but poverty.

Woman! You who presented yourself to me as mother, why desert me now?

Why empty my soul of every happiness I practiced to shine before your eyes?

Who now will comb my hair and tell me am beautiful?

Who will leave morning and come noon with little to chew?

Once more life chooses to avenge for the little joy I mastered

Am now 17yrs; perhaps death is friendlier

So sweet a scent; you're my escape to escalation

You exude a tentative approach that offers me a life of freedom

These pills that fill my hands so tender in my stomach

Yeah...so tender.. they'll find comfort

With this cup of water I ease them down...down....

A motion so simple, yes!

I feel my life leaving me at last; am growing cold

These pricks of pain; I deserve

My eyes closing slowly but surely; darkness mimics light

Heart beat racing; temperature skyrocketing

Yes...death is pulsating it's existence; am about to die..

If life has a word to say, Let it have its chance.. I said

If love has a word for me, Let it take this time

Let it speak to I

The Ground is cold; to breathe is curse

If there is a God, let him show my worth

Everybody is to themselves; building an empire or two

What's the purpose of living when to live is a selfish survive of the weak

My eyes close; my body nolonger with me

My spirit scores the little worth in it

Slowly I behold beauty within

Surely...Surely...even in the coldest day

God has always been with me..

Answered every adhered prayer; you protected and sustained me

In a soft still whisper; A breathe to me...I awake

I still love you my child

>> Racquel and Jeh <<