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Told Stories

TOLD STORIES

Once there were stories told
About the rising and setting of the sun
The colour of the moon
And the forming of dawn
Once there were stories told about the streets
And about the heart of the ghetto
Once there were stories told.
Stories were told once
About barefooted little feet
Standing in a dusty street
carrying an empty pot belly
A head the size of a giant pumpkin
Stories about hungry children
Thinking mothers struck by the invisible two edged sword of HIV
Which cuts deep into the bone  chasing happiness away
Once there were stories told
About trousers sagging just bellow the buttocks
Small beards emanating from smoke filled cheeks
Crimson red eyes due to smoke from joints of marijuana
Stories about teenagers sitting on broken bridges
Not perceiving their broken futures
Oversized caps cupping big heads covering small brains
Brains filled with kilolitres of alcohol
Yet with a few milligrams of geography ,science and maths
Once there were stories told of desolate teenagers in a desolate ghetto
Once there were stories told.
Stories were told once
About snakes deceiving their prey with expensive Jordan sneakers
Fancy clothes,fancy cars and orders of pizza
City girls falling for the smell of ethanol blend
Next thing we are expecting a new creation
Stories about the sixteen year old giving the forbidden fruit to the bald head
Babies quickly transforming into mothers
As a result of unsuccessful experiments with sexual organs
producing unfortunate results of little hungry crying mouths
Waiting to be fed by unemployed children mothers
Once there were stories told
Stories were told once
About the street crying for her young
Once there were stories told
About the voice of the ghetto heard at midnight
Crying for her children in stories told
Once stories were told.

                                      STREETPO3TRY

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