Down to Struggle

In the belly of the beast,

The streets consume me like a feast.

Along comes betrayal, hate is yeast

But in no way the least.

To survive with my fist

Is not my wish

So I’m down to struggle hard before I accomplish.

Heat is rain on this rubble,

Food tastes like gravel,

Ghetto healthcare will make you marvel.

I’m a grown man

With great dreams and plans

But I’m yet to understand

Whether my future falls or stands.

Akpan