We grew when we where kids.
We had nothing to feed on.
I and Em hustling on the hood.
It was harsh I took on dope.
Keeping the liquor in my room.
I couldn't take to the roof.
Cause I was below the rim.
And God ain't on my side.
And all people left us.
Cause we was poor.
And rin.
All we had is grand mama.
Who kept a smile on our face.
Though we had nothing by then.
She was still on our side.
Ghetto life is hard,
but we got hope of a better day.
Joshua madiba
YOU ARE READING
Boy from Lwakaka and the twenty poems of the living cent
PoetryThis is a story of my life and the hard situation i passed through. And i send my appreciations to grand mama and may dear aunt who where their for me
