Written by: Wathuto Pearl David

Its people like us who are not worth to be looked at
Who have nothing to our names
And wear old cloths barely covering our cracked skin
Thirsty for water and longing for care
Its people like us who stand at your door step
Singing songs without a melody just so as to make you hear
What our hearts are beating to, nothing but hopeless thoughts
Wishing you to open the door and give us something to eat
Its people like us who are so annoying
Apparently we make you uncomfortable
It’s not our intention to
It’s just that in our minds we still think
There are people who care for people like us
Who would like to help us live
Are you one of them?