Rise From Streets Poem by Okello Baloyi

Where no one owns any land, lessons are learnt through pain unwillingly, where people you envy turns into friends as well as family, the only place that is crowded by wannabes chasing the money dream aiming to be rich!

In a polluted area, I stood there as a plant covered by dust and rubbish, some infer me about my surroundings not bearing in mind the fruit that I'm possible of producing, without approval I rise!

Look at me now, nights without proper necessity are finally paying off, no one necessarily cared or watered the plant but they all can't wait to rip off my fruits around my season, as I continuously rise against the trauma!