Poetry

FATE OF A STREET CHILD By Obafemi

Written by Editor

Wandering alone in the jungle of life
carrying my cross alone with nobody to care,
This is not who I am,
but who I am made to be.

Home is for cuddling,
Street is for hustling,
A street child I was made to be,
lose cuddling but found suffering.
Being left alone in this unknown entity brings nothing but tsunami to my destiny.

The promise I made to myself remains my only hope,
I lost a home,
but I will surely build my own,
A home where there is surety of safety,
where I will strongly fight against my calamities,
For my offsprings must not have a taste of my Sufferings.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.