Nothing was left for me.
I was struggling for a better me.
Taking a thirty two divided book to school.
That the streets only provided left overs.
That my parents ostracized me.
They murdered my rights as a child.
Alley child.
Though negligent i made through.
Thanks lord i made through.
Joshua madiba
24th-12-2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A concise and insightful piece of poetry written with conviction, very heartfelt. Thanks for sharing, Joshua.