Issue Three

Tendai Rinos Mwanaka

We Will All Be Back In The Streets


We will all come back home
The wind had spread us hither, thither
The rains grew us roots, root us in
Soils that housed our little souls far from home

We were crops, we made fruits
We enriched these soils with our toils. Those who will find their way home
Will find ashes for homes they burned to get away

Some will find hunger, some will befriend thirst
Some will sink wells on the ashes
Some will dry out into ash due to thirsty
Some will reclaim, recreate, rekindle, remake
New bodings out of the homes we left

We will all be back in the streets
The girls who had left to new homes
With the fruits of their wombs in the streets

The girls who never left the streets
The boys who never left the streets
Living with parents, with grandies
In the same homes they never left
Are now the street in the streets

We will all be back in the streets
The girls we have loved more than love itself
The boys we could have loved

We will all be back in the streets
Teaching the fruits of our wombs
How to survive enough to return
Someday into the streets, broken, broken like us
To have survived the streets is the new Moses
It is the hot language of Moses in the desert

All those girls and boys
The streets swallowed and chewed. The streets have the power to gobble up
The strongest, the weakest, the strangest, the prettiest…
We will all be back in the streets

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