The Street Walker Poem by raymond letsitsa

Give your heart unto me
Rhythmically soothe me like a ballad melody
A kiss may do me good
But that's not a sure remedy
For the person I've become is as common to trash as the dustbin
People who knew the fame
I once had now call me a has-been
Redeem me from my dirt-stricken
black hair unwashed
In this smelly pit I'll remain
Because I refuse to be brainwashed
I utter words you'll never understand
You see me talking alone
sometimes with a bottle of glue in my hand
God has an angel for me already
He just don't wanna send
I try on a pair of forsaken Adidas
but people just spit on me
My rag and dirty old jacket are my only swag
I don't mean to brag
I got arrested for trying to feed myself from the wholesaler's store
I have not given the world more
Than I can offer
But since my body has to suffer
I declare war against all who might wanna help
This pain in my head tears my scalp
My lips are as chapped
Like the hands rooftop rafters
My life is a continuous sandal role
Because its an eternal flop
I shall in a certain day reach
my shameful death
And this heartache would stop