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Agendri Naidoo Poem
On this cold winter’s night
Only poor street children are in sight
No blankets, no shoes
How on earth will they make it through
Besides their cold faces,
Wet legs and muddy traces.
They stand here all alone
With no umbrella nor a phone.
It’s such a sad sight
To be out, on this cold night,
You should be in bed all nice and tight
Not wet and cold, with no one to hold.
You are preciuos, were u ever told?
Someone should know
Just where do they go?
For , it is a sin!
For these poor street children.
To be in plain sight
On this cold, wet winters night.
Copyright © Agendri Naidoo | Year Posted 2007
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Agendri Naidoo Poem
Open your mouth
and break this silence.
When was he given a licence?
This is your body,
You don’t always have to be sorry!
His hand on your jaw
Makes your face purple and sore
Is marriage, a war?
Is this why you have come so far?
No money, just drinks, and bars!
Tacky wowmen and fancy cars.
he will learn
when the tables have turned
To hold you tight
Instead of fighting, and arguing
all through the night.
You have to be brave,
You are not his slave
Feel proud to say
I made my move, i did not stay!
Copyright © Agendri Naidoo | Year Posted 2007
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