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May 2020
"Where you goin' mabhebheza!?
lemme put a ring on that *** yo!"

Streets are named after me,
After my disobedient tongue, my rough edges and ***** skin,
They call after me
They mimic my mother's voice
And lure me into an alley no-one will walk through alone.
Sometimes I am that alley.
Sometimes I am the rose and the grave.
Sometimes I am the war-zone and the home.
I guess it depends on who's listening..
those random idiots that take it upon themselves to call out  to you from across the street. already know.
Written by
Lolo Skai
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