Life has been unfair to me
This can’t be all I was intended to be
Doesn’t this life hold much more?
Can’t I make it out of this hole?
I am 16 years old
I want new clothes
I want a phone!
Why would my parents not provide?
I can find ways to make things work
This nonsense that surrounds me must stop
I am tired of my poverty
I am enraged by my struggles
I shall make it out
By any means
I picked an axe from my neighbor’s farm
I exchanged it for meat and ham
The butcher doesn’t know
Neither does my mum
I need a bigger take
I am 18 years for God’s sake!
I nicked car headlights outside the mosque
Four headlights for thirty smokes
That is a good deal no?
I am making my name hello!
And twenty years that may not be so bad a show
I have just received a briefcase of gold
From a white man who was shaken and old
I stood straight took instructions and strutted out bold
I am a go-between
From me to the big man across the creek
This is the big break I seek
I am twenty two years
My future doesn’t have to look so bleak
I moved up the ladder
Got a gun and I rule wider
I have my own sixteen, eighteen, twenty and twenty two year olds
But I will not live to tell my tale
For at twenty four
I hear the knocks on my mother’s door
I had come to upcountry to lay low
But someone must have mouthed.
For tomorrow I will be no more
I am a thief.
written with a 16yo thief, I encountered to day, in mind. May this 16 year old make better choices before life chooses the sequence for him.
#100daysofblogging #Day 6
p.s: I lacked an appropriate photo...