Mommy's boy

I sit back and stare at you while you not looking,
this takes me back to were we come from,
how blessed I am to have you in my life.
I stil don't know how I raised u on my own,
now look at u, how far you have come.
I wish yr father was here 2 share this view,
your handsome bright eyes look just lik his.
It hurt me to see u grow up witout him,
at first I thought I would not be able to do it alone,
it is not easy teaching a boy how to be a man,
I really had pretty big shoes to fill.
When I saw your friends with their fathers in the park,
I'd look at yr face and wonder how I'd start to explain,
hoping u would never think it was your fault...
Lookin at it all, I would rather tell u about the birds and the bees.
I'd often hear u tell your friends your father is in your heart and not gone,
it did not really suprise me,
I could see it too.
You a man now my son,
I did my best and hope you do the rest.
Go out to the world and begin to run that race,
I wil always be your mother, whenever u need me.
You may not be protected like u were in my womb but you know what they say 'A WOMAN HOLDS THE KNIFE AT THE SHARP END'. I love u my boy!

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Thought I'd find my way

Assemble yourself,
hurry bcos time waits for no man.
On yr mark, get set and ready to walk out the door.
Find your place in the world, find your feet on the ground.
Mommy's tears fall to the floor,
Daddy smiles at his boy.
Another family soldier goes to war, the struggle continues to get by in this world. The rooster starts the day,
The alarm breaks away.
I am not used to this...getting up to another day.
Many things to do, too little time, and today it seems the minutes are even less. Lord please help me get by through this day.
Driving through the fast lane,
had no time to break the fast,
guess I will have a black-one just to get by today.
Adrenalin pumps away,
I am just about to tell the boss 'FOOL GET OUT MY WAY!'
Than it hits me!...who pays that way...?
Back in my NOT so humble home,
it is tough in the nine-to-five.
Damn! Mommy I am coming home,
I jus cant make it on my own.
Now I see sucking on your breast was far better than this bottle of booz...
Besides...Im just a five year old who thought he could make it on his own.

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How the poor got rich

Madam I seek a job.
Five kids and a husband who just lost his job.
I have enough strength to grab the sharp end of a knife with my bare hand, help me feed my family like a woman should.

What is your name and how qualified are you?

Lyna is my name madam,
I am good at everything too.
An hour with the washing and ironing,
a minute with the cleanin and just under a second to feed yr kids.
Well Lyna,

You are hired!

Thank you-Thank you madam.
You will not regret it at all...I WIL START NOW.

The next day...
Madam; your clothes are all neat and tidy,
your house is spick n span and your kids are not to cry again.
My job is done for 2day.

5 seconds after:

Lyna...Where are my clothes?
Where is my furniture? AND LYNA...
Where are my child?

Lyna answers:
Er...madam...
I forgot 2 mention...
Im related to Robin Hood...

SO?

So your clothes look better on the poor,
your furniture makes the best fire wood
and your kids need more attention than those nails...OH! n madam,
one more thing...
YOUR HUSBAND PREFERED MY BED TO YOURS.
So thank u madam for being so giving,
May the good Lord bless your kind heart.

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Travels of a Refugee

Its nt too far nw. Just another step 2 go,
Its nt too far nw, I am almost there. Rocks tickle on my feet,
Thorns massage my aching feet, The pain warms up my ankles, The hot sand between my toes. Tip-toe...
left-right just missed a mine.
Memories of father's execution, another blast not too far away.
The enemy is catching up nw,
I have to get away. Its nt too far nw.
Just one more boarder to cross. Its not too far nw, Im almost there.
GOD give me strength,
Im now far from home.
New faces before my eyes,
a new place I call home...
I made it here not too long ago,
some how relieved...
Hope i pray i never have to feel that heat.

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Women on the move

Its that time again.
That time that is all bout me.
Now I may not be able to change de world, but I have the power to change my world.
I hold the most important of treasures in my hand. I have complete control of my life.
Come storm, come quake, come heat come drought, I will keep doing what mama taught me, de way mama taught me.
A verbal lesson, a visual lesson what I learned was a vital lesson.
I know my alphabet; vitamin A B C...; I know my counting half-past 1 2 3...and I now know this is my time!
When troubles come may way,
I will toss my life to de heavens and grab that knife at the sharpest end. By de time my life comes down again, I will have whipped the mist away from my eyes.
I will hold on to my life and I will start moving again. Il keep moving on because the light is ahead of me and not behind me.
I will run to my dream and not watch it move further away. I will not keep driving in the fast lane because its not about when you get there but how you get there.
Even if I stumble or fall. I will not crack or crawl. It is my move, thats how I walk. Im a woman on the move.
But one thing I know, I want to get there because it is my time to move. It is my mission.
It is my game.
At the end of it all, it wil be my success on the role.

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Hobo's day

He opens his eyes to the light of a new day. Looks above his head, already there is a fire brewing. Gathers his bread and butter to set into the city.

The rising sun tells a new tale. The birds in the sky are singing a new song. Yesterday's news is today's stale bread.

He breaks into the winter breez yet again. Heads to Maitland street for his only meal. When the tower cries, he wil depart again.

He knows the streets as well as its produce. There is not a fly that goes by without his knowledge. It's as though the town is his narration.

Ask him how the baby got into the rubbish bin. Ask him how 'the lady of the night' lost her head. Ask him how the man in the black car drove into a tree.

His mansion is barren yet again. The birds prepare to end the day. This is his que to set his tent all over again.

He lays himself next to the brewing fire. Looks to the sky in prayer and cuddles his belongings like a child does his toy.

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Beat The Bullet

I would not do as they asked,
I refused to continue being oppressed.
They gave me a count till three...
I tried to run, but I couldn't beat the bullet.
He told me to get out of my car,
He told me to hand over my keys,
I was just reaching for the seat belt...
He blew a hole into my neck, I couldn't beat the bullet.
I could no longer live a lie,
I couldn't bare to see my children cry,
I turned to reach for my bags...
He ended all our lives, I couldn't beat the bullet.
On my way to bed, ready to end my day.
I had just lay my kids to bed, men in black masks broke down my door...
The alarm was just a step away, but I couldn't beat the bullet.
I usually keep it in the safe,
I was going to put it away, He shot his sister in the chest.
She would be breathing today, but I couldn't beat the bullet.
They came to fight the crime, They came to revive the money.
She had just started saying ''mama''.
It wouldn't have gone straight through her head...
if I had just beat the bullet.
I loved her so much, I would do anything for her.
I promised her the world, I said I would even take it for her,
but I wouldn't beat the bullet.
They were out for revenge,
They were ready to kill!
They put me to my knees and the gun to my head.
I begged and pleaded with them, but not even that could beat the bullet.
Tossing and turning all night long.
Ranting and raving in my mind.
It was more than a nightmare,
something I could not explain.
Woke up in terror but happy I was still alive...
even though I STILL couldn't beat the bullet.

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