Alley child
Nothing was left for me.
I was struggling for a better me.
Taking a thirty two divided book to school.
That the streets only provided left overs.
That my parents ostracized me.
They murdered my rights as a child.
Alley child.
Though negligent i made through.
Thanks lord i made through.
Joshua madiba
24th-12-2019
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