MIGO STREET

I reminisce of my hood
Of the bad and of the good
Of the souls and of the crowd
Of broken moments and of the high tide
We hang and sang
Hid and sought
Elusive dreams;
A place in the society
A monumental elevation
Meandered in the streets
Banging closed doors
Of the dreams to be
We hated
We loved
A deeper love than the two
We wooed
And got wooed too
Clubbed and snubbed
Stolen moments
We brew
As we grew
Rumors
Of what to be
Of where to be
And of course how to be
We clung to hope
Of better days
Beyond the streets of Migo
Smiling for each day
Differences were
But never knew they were
We grew in this hood
Separated by walls and barbed wires
Outgrew the hate and imaginary lines
Fate slashed the slate
Of who was to be-
And paths took different directions
Some crossed and others are yet to
And those that cross
We shoot booze
We share a smile
We share a meal
And hold a memory
A story
More than a story
Without structure
Without form
Endless like this verse