Trialed at the fetal stage, fate baptized
him a child of struggle and sentenced him
to the streets without parole – to roam
the earth like a stray dog.
He is the destitute child tottering through
the insomniac streets with heavy feet and
a hollow belly.
Weary from the doldrums of life- homeless
and braving the blistering cold amidst harsh
Scavenging for food with the marabou storks
in the garbage dump.
Uncertain about tomorrow- living for the day.
He is the street pharmacist perched in the
corner handing out shady prescriptions to the
desperate and needy just for a little cash.
Playing police story with the cops by night-
living dangerously, braving the blows for
a life embroidered with turmoil.
A hustler, life’s own storyteller.
He is the beggar squatting on the side-walk
with hands laid out for some pocket change.
Hands are shaky, voice is brittle – stomach growls.
He went to bed hungry last night.
His soul is scrapped raw, hope falters.
He is the black man strutting through
the cold streets of prejudice and
Segregated against because of his
deep melanin- a victim of racist attacks,
societal labels, stereotypes and injustice.
Stuck inside a big empty bubble-
Struggle rewrites her life with a new story.
Labeled a freak, society declared her an
outcast to be repressed.
Every day is a struggle.
She deals with trials and tribulations with
pain etched on her face.
She is the single mother with tired bones
and muscles trudging down the staircase
of hardship with the make-up of distress
plastered on her face.
Stepping into hell’s kitchen to brave
the wicked sun’s disdain, the children
Tragedy is plunged beneath the surface
of her thoughts.
There is no humanity for this face of hardship.
She is the young woman with unfulfilled
Wears the debts of society- and the plight
of every unemployed woman.
She is Academia’s prodigal daughter with
refusal letters smudged on her forehead.
Not good enough for any job.
Opportunity evades her.
She is the teenage girl dealing with cyber
bullies on social media.
The silent voice of pain- a victim of constant
harassment because she is different.
Depressed; numb from the pain-
struggling to be heard.
She is the sick old woman seated on the
Crippled by distress- recalling past pain.
A woman haunted by the past, living
in a society plagued by evil.
Tired of the world- waiting on death’s
Connected through the strings of
Hardship- struggles are shared all
over the world.
Clutching on the strings of faith
freedom wails in every core.
Everyone is dealing with something
and hoping for better days.
You are not alone.