Sunday, November 28, 2010

Street Life - Mel Afoa

Theres a Leona walking lonely on the streets,
she tryna find a house that shows the earth is very sweet,
walking with the teared up rags and rips she calls her clothes,
nothing but some random shoes that covers just her toes,
she looking for that family to keep her nice and warm,
loneliness her best friend from dusk until that dawn
she walking from her mum who forced her out on the road,
with nothing but a penny to keep her from a heavy load,
she has her dinner with banana scraps of the bitter ground,
begging to end her misery, for her to make no sound,
she tryna find some dignity but desperation's hitting cold,
a lonely girl in poverty, only eleven years old.


Another girl Venirah travels town from shop to shop,
to find spare cash to catch a cheap, old bus that she can hop,
turned out by age fifteen, looking for a way of,
by smoking pot and drinking, also causing lots of strife,
she robs her own old grandma, pays the sellers on her back,
and with the huge amount of cash she keeps her drugs in tact,
her councillor keeps asking things she never wants to answer,
like how her mum abandoned her to be a fancy dancer,
and how her dad went of the rocks from kind to very mean,
leaving her and making bastards, having a footbeam team,
shes left with loneliness to be her biggest, kindest guider,
taking drugs with guys and having sex with her providers.


Rich young girl when young, and then the beggar she is now,
sixteen year old Sarahaq cant even buy a towel,
running from a forced wedding she had to have at home,
begging for some shelter and some water, all alone,
she looking for her prince charming to sweep her off her feet,
waiting near forever, silence singing as her beat,
she running from her stuck up life that gave fury in heart,
used her just for image, the camera tearing her apart,
she walks around the city very desperate for some money,
turned down after begging to a hot guy and his honey,
she looks up to the darkening sky and asks the Lord for hope,
knowing that life will escape her grasp, taking what she can cope.
 
 

1 comment:

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