Personal Note Poem by Tshepo Malekutu

Friends and family are gone and the corner is dark,
I hustle hard but I live on string and I hate the skinny life,
life is a hassle and I hustle to bounce back,
I am locked in a cage and the key is God,
I drink to deal with turnover shocks,
all around I see cues triggering my alcoholic urges,
the bottle made my face old and dry,
I turn on the screen to avoid thinking,
I've been a hipster since high school but I am on the bench,
I hate being potato couch but life is full of rejections,
my life is about ideas full of music but no one listening.

My friends are broke, high and insolvency,
and each street is a country of depression,
poverty and crime are the stories of my country,
I am defaulted and ostracized.
I have no code to streamline things,
my house is on auction and the bank accept no negotiations,
marriage going down the drain, and unopposed divorce papers are beneath the door, I am standing among my shadows,
the mud is wet with my tears,
with Faith I put all my troubles to rest and, I stand square with life.