Friday, February 02, 2007

Hawker Girl

Every single day, she passes by
And stirs up a feeling I can’t deny
I’m not so happy about what she does
But in her organization, she’s the boss
A beautiful young girl
Who does nothing but sell,
She has to raise money for the family
Because her parents earn no salary.
A girl with a future so bright
But hasn’t come to see the light,
The light education has to bring
For a new song she will sing

Although I don’t like what she sells
I’m bound to her like a spell
Each time she passes
I cherish the glances
I call her but she says “I’m Dirty”
I tell her “It enhances your beauty”
The dust is powder
She is shy and wants to cry
Whenever she smiles the earth quakes
The ground breaks and the world shakes
I let her know, what she does is not a crime
But she should always wear a smile
She does what she does well
But she’s a hawker girl

My friends tell me I’m losing my integrity
By hanging out with someone so filthy
If only they know what I feel
My burning desire and zeal
For this helpless angel
Maybe they’d never bother
Affection beyond human reasoning
Tastes like food, when added seasoning
My attention, attraction and admiration
Is for no one but the hawker girl.

3 comments:

Queen Ebong said...

This is one of the best poems I have ever read.
Its lovel. Kudos Oracle

azuka said...

Great stuff. You're falling for a hawker girl eh?

Dara said...

Good post.