Friday, 13 June 2014

Survivor in The City Jungle   by Orawo Olave



A million dollar face, a multi dollar trace,
Fortune worth a chase, not worth enough praise,
More than three thousand ways, to try and describe her grace,
In a rest I put my case, forget the glamour of the place,
It was all just a lie, well embraced beneath the lights.

Life is unfair, then karma and life must be a pair,
True to my opinion I swear, take a big bite off the pear,
Pick something to wear, something that will not tear,
Have the heart to dare, choose a path one too rare,
 The journey only grows tough, and the weather proves a little rough.

Give a limb for a penny, count 1…2…3 till twenty,
They call it shady; judge you like they see it on telly,
They tell a story about a ferry, but they do not mention a tale of fairy,
No time for petty, got to stand out and look pretty,
It’s what a girl’s got to do, to keep her on a loop.

The sun rests beneath the horizon, strip off the mask of treason,
Inside a beautiful person, a heart strong like a mason,
One day when she gets a son, she’d want her to be a Tyson,
Strong but clean, a hustler but neat.
She lives each day praying for the odds, that her past never gets to haunt her future.
Message from OOGAM

Respect every woman and do not judge her. If she never borrowed you a coin to buy some food, then don’t point at what she does to feed and clothe herself.

 This blogpost was prepared by Orawo Olave. You can check out more of her works on her personal blog here. Credit is given to both her and BAMU.



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