Word On The Street Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

Word on the street is you and I...
Since when do the streets talk?
What do they know and why?
Since we made the sheets walk

Or was it the sun stand still run?
We love Andrew, we really do
I feel inebriated, fun like still rum
Is it crude to admit to feeling you?

The streets can keep their word
And I can keep seeing my babe

Word on the street is you and I
Are adult and child as though
The streets' are too benign.
If they ask me, I'll let ‘em know.

That they have no word to say
When it comes to what we have.
I will not give the time of day
To their cents, dime, and a half.

The streets can keep their word
While our journey goes ahead!