Everyday we walk through the boulevards of life sore footed.

I and my infant friends scavenge with dogs, digging deep into 

rubble with our hands covered with crimson badana.

our skin cracking white from the schorching cold of the sahara.

Sent out of class, PTA  not paid


Mr. Evanero is a trusted teacher who teaches like a God and never ceases to use his whip carelessly.

I couldnt pay my tuition, daddy cannot keep up with inconsistent increase.

For how long would I linger in this academic limbo?

How can a soundless drum produce the rhythms of a dance?

A voiceless mouth cannot sing the songs of our state!!!

This poem is about: 
Our world
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