Young People's Page
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Young People's Page
This page contains works by Streets Alive’s Young People.
Poem by Emmanuel Metsagharun
Warning: This might cause you to reflect on your life.
What is brighter than the sun, but yet it fades
Chasing dreams is like trying to catch the wind
Life is a free gift, a journey with a meaningful destination
Worth travelling through perseverance
Everytime your soul activates a breath, you are blessed.
remember that (:-)_TONIC!
The Singing of Progress by Philimon Nhlapo
I can see so much of me still living in other people’s eyes.
In the days of my youth, I suffered great time in different stages of my life.
I involved myself in things which resulted with regrets.
I lived to impress friends at the end I felt neglected.
I lived to entertain girls but I was left feeling lonely.
I hanged out with bad friends to feel acceptable in their world
BUT I disappointed my family.
I adopted my favourite musician’s look, I became one of the most confused teenagers in the society.
I imitated other people and I became addicted to what they were addicted to.
I risked my family’s love for me by streets attitude.
Make some noise with some good old boys BUT
I wish someone ever talked to me like I now talk to others.
I hated questions because I had no answers then
I chose to be more bad but it was worthless and
I filled my face with pride and boldness yet inside
I was empty and I cried relentless. I’ve learned too late that
I searched for things I left behind.
It’s useless to hear a sound but miss the message.
Please please look back to me I know you want to feel free.
A good listener is a acting one.
Pay attention to the message of my singing.
Sing my son the day has come that turned your sorrows
Into dancing.
Sing your joyful song like a beautiful colourful bird my son.
I found the best in me the day I started to search in myself.
Poem by Katherine Ejakita
The world is full of scary things
Evils, demons in your dreams
Household enemies living with you
My blood is cold and my heart is full of hatred
The law takes on one thing not the others
Racist and bullying and bitching and killing
Black this, black that
Beat her, rape her
You dis, you dat…
Wrap her up, dump it
One’s mind fills with confusions, depression
Condemnation every corner I take
Dissatisfaction with every thing I do
Situations come and go but
I face reality it’s with me day and night
A man plots a forbidden sin against me
Them; Pure with evil with innocent looks
He pours me a drink with poisoned cup
with a smile on his face and a plan in his head
What a heartless, selfish, arrogant creature
A sorry excuse for a man.
Some days are filled with stress
I’m sick; with death, I’m weak, too old, I’m drained,
Grey clouds, can’t think, won’t eat,
Can’t breath, won’t sleep
I’ll soon be covered with protection
My heart is sore with aches and pain
But soon my heart will touch the stars
But till then
I BIND YOU IN THE NAME OF THE LORD
My pride could be taken away
but my spirit stands firm and
my soul will never be drained.
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“My Struggle” by Akeem Adedeji
A place to spend my quiet night
So much pressure on this life of mine
No one knows my struggle
But I know it’s hard to carry on
When no one knows what is wrong
Praying hard for better days
I cry at night or at times
All I could see was my mama’s eyes
Picture me inside the misery and poverty
A spot where we all could roll in peace
Will I survive all the fight in the darkness
They tell me home is where the heart is
Seen the politicians is banned us
Please explain why they can’t stand us
They either see us locked up or changed
Or am I just a victim of things
I did maintain
Please explain, why, why, why
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Monologue by Linda Lindström
Me? A mum?
The child might be an evil child
I don’t know who gave it to me,
On the other hand, this child could
have me sorted out in the future.
I’ll keep the child, if that means
Stop taking drugs so be it.
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Song lyrics by Linda, Ainslie and Andrew
She was a model fashion victim introduced to crime
She started living her life in filth and grime.
Her daddy couldn’t pay the rent, her daddy’s money always spent.
She met a man, he made her feel with lust
Little did she know he only wanted to boast
No trust in him, but faith in him.
What was she supposed to do?
Let me tel you what she suppose to do she’s not
Suppose 2 do what the hoe’s they do.
Now the cocaine has took over her brain
She’s drinking 20/20 in the bottom of the lane.
I think she’s tired of being on top of the chain.
That girl needs to get her arse out of the game.
The excuse was laim, one mans loss is another man’s gain,
Nazty rise to the fame, you better remember the name.
And if I get rich I’ll stay the same.
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