CRACKS in the Street

    I hear the streets are now built with cracks in them. That the little kids don't like school anymore, that their hearts are now knee-deep buried in them, they don't come out no more. I hear they're now broken branches of family trees. Hey Society, I hope you're happy now.

   Around here, little kids have become ticking bombs waiting to explode, I know this because these streets was my bomb shelter. I found myself at the rim of these cracks once, waiting for my Dad to crawl back up to the surface but he never did. Drunk and distressed by society, He took a drive into the night once and never made it back. So I blamed society and fought my way through, the street was all I had so I let it change me.

   And for so long, you could track my footstep into the homes of missing pants and crying Mothers, neck deep into the art of making wealth out of people's sorrow and broken bones. For so long...I fought to be me but where could I go to find my true self when all the memory I had was of a broken man who couldn't handle what society threw at him and for so long, I hated myself. Yahoo became my refuge and resting place

  You see, I had no idea how dangerous the cracks in the streets were till it took my Mother too. It was then I realised these streets don't have nothing to give. All they ever do is take and take and take until there is nothing left.

   You see, the street may change it's face  but it's crimes stays the same and in that I found something. These crimes would only keep getting deeper and these identity I fight so hard to belong to will never get me my happiness, never call me family , never even know where exactly it is I come from

   And with that I pulled my heart and dusted my sleeves, plucked myself from the wreckages of self hate and returned to road that has been laid await for me, and though I had no idea what it held for me. I remembered this, I still was my Mother's answered prayers, a long line of warrior who never bent their broken bones to giving up.

  But these crimes, these actions. Who do we blame for them?. These bodies scattered across statistics, who takes justice for their loss?. Broken homes make broken men but what then do we say about Society and Broken promises?...