A ticket to my destiny
From destitute
Allow me
U denied
Boundries of health

My ratio
Concern food ration of tomorrow
I blame you
For selling in the pavement
Of a white man's supermarket
Listening to every movement
Assuming a customer

The regime of your act
Handcuffed me
The night illness feebled my daughter

U confined me for yourself
I,incarcerated in your cage
You should have seen my rage

© Thabang Moabi

Day 5 | 17 November 2011