From me to you.
POEM NO 10. My shoes are torn and stinking Like a 7-days carcass Because i can't afford buying anew, Nor can i buy soap To cleanse my hands And get rid of covid 19 But, You better put on my shoes So that you understand. From me to you. Wear my nakedness Which i become Due to employmentless And if possible Take this voter's ID To tell me, "Is it worthy voting?" I can hear you sayin That am lazzy,indolent. Ooh no no,a big lie. Am not, Do you think that i have penies to buy pesticides? I can hear you sayin Thatam troublesome That always i deafen you With "Life is harder." It is true Because that is what i see And i cannot see the possibilities Of crossing that deep sea. OMG, my empyt stomach Trembles while Walking on tarmack roads Highways And flyovers. I cant walk on them Because hunger is walking on me. Wear my shoes,my lord Wear my skin and be me.