#55: The Undesirables


Trying hard to remember

What freedom smells like,

Throwing pebbles to sliver bars,


Humming prison tunes,

Hanging out with prison guards,

Playing spades with killers

Swapping stories with thieves

And fighting with liars,


Tattooing names of lovers we’ll never see,

Washing our bodies,

Yet reeking of past sins,

Praying, Even though we don’t believe

Watching yet another die for his sins,


We live in a penthouse of the undesirable,

Rows of rift raft,

White trash,

Sons of the ghetto,

Young and old,

Men who once knew love,

But not no more,



Never to be seen again


And this is how the song ends.

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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