Wake Up, Wake Up Poem by Matlapa Maphologela

I know her from school, she was driven by friends and pride.
They told her if she sell her body, she will never be broke again. Her beauty and booty fit the shelf, men went crazy to their wallets and banks all in the name of pleasure.

She became a different girl far from a lady, age visited, she is broken and well broke. Looking back no bank knows her name. Expensive clothes, gorgeous jewelry & high priced hills no longer fit her old skin.

She got lost at her young stage chasing money, it was a hot pursuit with no finishing line, she hope to live as her heart beat, wondering whether love beat will catch herself. She was dreaming, this is her wake up call. Wake up, wake up, Poet Matlapa Maphologela