TEETH OF THE STREET

1

I

Cry out

Humming a shout

Being called a taut

Just for the love of the street

2

I

Saw the rotten teeth

Of the street

Roaring and frightening young seedlings

Unfortunately placed without grace

3

I

Tried facing it

But brains like mine

Warned me of an internal riches

And the need for my abstinence

4

I

saw the whips

Of hearts well equipped

To guard their shameful clothes

Amidst the magnificent clothes

5

I

Powerless with nothing but a voice

Shouted without much choice

Hoping to be heard

While looking up to work to liberate

Those who are fast running from this beast’s teeth

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015