Woman Of The Streets - Poem by Mishack Mchunu
I know it's cold, but we are hot and getting old
Time is chasing us, come let's run to the streets
Do away with the underwear lest men don't understand!
And talk the walk, walk the talk on the streets!
When we have a job we blow it up,
That is why we are on the streets, going up and down
Is what we do best, and just for stretching our legs you will pay up.
And we always come number one when we run downtown.
It's the hunger that feeds us, it is the pain that heals us
Our ears only hear the bling that hangs on them pretty.
We dig gold with the whole of our heart, oh precious
Men you mine; I will excavate you heartless and leave you empty.
I am that lady woman see on the streets and feel disgusted
While their husbands look deeper and fall interested!
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