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What more do I have to offer?
Nothingness knows my name…
It shames me even when i’m in the middle of everyone
I lost all hope hopping for the kindest gestures
I’ve crawled between growling creatures
What more do I have to offer?
A space has turned out to be my home
I find welcome in the streets
I’m stripped naked all I once wore was ripped apart and left me shaking.
Not that I am ashamed of my nakedness
At least it is my body that freeze up
The only nakedness i’m afraid of is of heart exposed to no love…!
The place I call home is empty
Everyone is available in the streets
And that’s where I search for shelter like a mad man…
Food i eat the thrown aways since takeaways comes with exchange of something
I have nothing more to offer…
Even left overs could be better but…
But how better can I be to be offered such
In such circumstances no one knows no one?
We all strangers wearing the same skin colour with different hearts tagged in our chests!
As long as I have less to offer
What more can I offer the world to notice me?
For the universe to know more about me that’ll be when i’m no more…
I’m concluded as nonentity someone who has no name to be specified…
My dignity is valueless no clue that no money can buy its nature…
I’m dragged and tagged along the tars begging for my survival.
Beggars don’t choose they have nothing more to offer…
Funny I know life has a purpose with my life
But how do I prove that to who?
I’m too judged to be given just a minute of a borrowed ear…
Everyone’s got the price even rice is more expensive to be given twice!
what more do I have to offer?
Let I die for my dying days seem so far
The fair share of it all I spend here I dwell like a drug dealer…
While in truth I don’t even know how it taste
I’m just put to test that needs something for me to pass
I’ve got nothing what more can i offer?
Lamenting the story of my life they feel sorry
But right when I keep walking they keep talking
None of them make sense or help
I’m helpless what more do they need as an offer?
In church I sang Lord is my shepherd
Even though i’m a strayed sheep
The shape of my heart still shake many
Even though I have less than more than I can offer…
I left it to be the black sheep
Church needed more than I could offer
It needed tithe it needed offerings
A had nothing to offer…!
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Tswarelo Mohohoma
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