We're daughters of the lonely street
Conferences we have with street men
Popular we are in the room 306
Yet prodigal sons rest in our vineyard.
Like street light we mount the streets
Serving as light for the rich man
Yet the motel is our dwelling place
When the day is our time of rest.
Hot dreams we dream at interval
For our wound has refused to heal
Perfume is now our bosom friend
Yet our wound brings our meal.
Dove we are during the day time
While hawk we are at the night
Our cloth glitters like eagle's feather
Yet we are addicted to cold weather.
We settle for both debris and fresh
Drugs we have made our right man
When we're good to all our client
Who made our cash available.
We dance to the tone of our world
When our nature refused to be kind
Condemn not our intentional deeds
For we constitute the society.
Mothers we are in many household
Daughters we are in many kindreds
Save your strength and saliva
For that is our daily occupation.
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*NWOKE IFEANYI WISDOM*
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