Nameless Coloured Guy
To that Nameless Coloured Guy I helped out a bad situation.
Nameless Coloured Guy.
Stabbed 19 times in the last 12 months.
9 times for refusing to sell out students.
Called me an angel.
There goes my petrol money.
Sleeping on another street. Each Night.
Avoid the mad men, stay out a sight.
They go left, well I’ll go right.
He called me an angel.
There goes my petrol money.
See them coming, you make tracks.
See none coming, your face will make tracks.
He called me an angel.
There goes petrol money.
No job for you at Nimo’s.
They say
“Let us in the back,
or get the back end of my bottle.
This black label gonna label you black,
so get back.
To being our bitch,
lie in your own blood yea,
sleep in a ditch”
An earnest hug he gives, nay, that I receive.
His happiness temporarily is invested in me.
He giggles a bit, goes back to his bed.
His mattress may as well be made of lead.
Yet he’s safe by the corner of gate.
'Safe’...apparently, supposedly.
7 years the man breaks contact.
7 years later he breaks the broken contact.
Perhaps he heals a wound or two.
Renews a tattered friendship.
He might just earn a few.
Hope he does right–
On this fine night
Tonight with,
With my petrol money.
He called me an angel.
There goes my petrol money.
He called me an angel.
There goes my petrol money.
He called me an angel...
(2015)
Yea, I didn't even want to try make this one flow.
It would feel wrong if it was anything other than slap-dash.
As a side note to future me, this was the 4th of September after your MBY 161 semester test in first year.
