She came, like many armed with dreams
But now her pale shadow lingers
where her dreams once stood bold
She was not born in these streets
Broken, shattered she couldn't find comfort
until the streets welcomed her
into the gradual carrion
and now she is history
Nokuthula is a shadow
she is sunk deep in despair
and neither the liquor on her side
nor the stares will free her soul
and unchain her proud heart
She loved dearly, she loved herself last
He wanted a touch unconditional
she forgot her classes
Now she cant see she is lost
her tummy is growing bigger
He couldn't care he kicked her out
Out out of nowhere to the emptiness of slums
Her tummy followed
Like floods after ghastly winds
her blood washed it away
The pain is too much for her fragile heart
her broken soul is stuck in a fix
Nobody knows a doctor so she is higher
And everyday its a fix she cant pay the bills
Her landlord is out for her its too late
She stands in the street
Full of souls but she cant find a friend
Its dark there is no hope no home
She is a shadow so she leans on the wall
Its dry affection is a comfort
Hunger arrested her and she cant see the bus take off
Its time for class but all she is, is darkness
the picture is clearer but all she see is doom
The streets never misled her its been brutal
She is at hoem its a fix
Don't call her home
She is her home
her tears are dry
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