me for them or is it them to me
I’ve weeped in sadness,
all cut up with the feeling that is not mine.
I saw him drag a dust bin looking around for what he may find,
I saw her running and hid in the shadow of shady walls,
He passed at me mumbling words weeping,
He sat there sad holding his breath.
my body shaking with the feeeling I was trying to controll,
We were talking my short breath breaking I hold my smile,
I looked at them fist fightng,
He pulled him so strongly shoving a knife in,
they looked away hearing the swearing words
I saw her throwing a little child’s clothes in the street.
Yesterday his parents were drunk the baby slept outside.
I stood there and kept on in the conversation,
He stole a look at me
A drop of water fell down from my eye ball
Coud it be my tears I am not in pain.
Hello sister, I took few steps back,
that gangster look I fear, only to find out he is asking for a rand,
My sad face that everyone can notice,
I’ve carried a baggage full of ghost
I am fine but them
all I see they all live in me.
(2015)
