Silent Tears(I) Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

In the dead of the night where city lights gleam,
A young mother walks, chasing her dream.
With a child to feed and a mother to care,
She turns to the streets, her burdens to bear.

Her heart heavy with secrets, her smile a facade,
She walks the streets facing judgment and odds.
A sex worker by night, a mother by day,
She finds her way in the game of survival.

Her words, a plea, as she opens her soul,
To a stranger she meets in a world so cold.
She speaks of her struggles, her hopes, her fears,
And the weight of her choices soaked in tears.

A daughter of twenty-one, with dreams in her eyes,
Her innocence lost beneath the city skies.
She longs for escape from the life she leads,
To build a new future from the ashes of deeds.

With a child at her side and dreams in her heart,
She reaches out for help, to make a fresh start.
She dreams of a boutique, a place of her own,
Where she can stand tall, without being judged.