Itumeleng Cangua Poet Narrative

I Grew Up In a One Roomed Shack

I grew up in a one roomed shack
a king size Coca-Cola space
crammed like Marlboro cigars in a pack
a place I ran to for defense
my home which some see as a plight
where my family had to find the right way
it was my bedroom at night
my mother's pantry by day
a lounge where my dad like a doc upon a cadaver dissected
The Star while his kids goggled at Luxor television
I grew up in a shack protected
by corrugated irons walls of a mansion

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Ralph Sergi May 4, 2017 at 9:46 PM Hi Itumeleng: I am in awe in the manner you conveyed poverty a clever but poignantly way. My compliments! Itumeleng Cangua May 14, 2017 at 9:51 AM Thanks bro for the compliment and that poem reminds me of my childhood.