This is a collection of poems that I have written from the time i arrived in Hong Kong up to the present ; they tell of the things I have experienced and some speak of the experiences of others.Most of the poems were published in the e-pub of Asian Human Rights Commission and WUNRN (Women's United Nations Report Network) Some of my works regarding violence against women and poverty were also published in www.shetizenjournalist.com and www.worldpulse.com .
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Her Street Identity
Oftentimes you will see her
humming her emptiness
to the death freezing hands of mortality,
shouting her pleas
(which often go unheard)
to the wild blue yonder...
rests the doom;
the home of the wretched.
On the harsh, hot street
she wanders 12-16 hours a day
while some of us neglect and shudder...
burn the bitter truth
through the idleness with mad remarks...
Some of us just walk through parks
caring less of the images in our eyes
having deaf ears for the innocence...
by her,little babies cry,
with her,little young ones sigh...
searching for their fate on the street
scavenging through trash
for something to eat.
Hell is real to a youth of no voice...
watching cars, selling flowers in the morn,
begging for food at noon
and when night time comes...
She find strength from inhalants;
Glue, Rugby and drugs became her Gods...
to momentarily empower
where she pretends to fly away
and yet only in her memory.
Such a frightful picture it is
for a potential girl to grow up in,
accepting the cold nights of reality...
Her dreams never come...
She screams but is never heard...
She hides her fears of the dangers;
sickness after years of breathing exhaust fumes
harassment from extortionists,
often policemen and peers.
And in the heart of the innocent
where joy is less and pain hides pain,
she joined a group, The Gang,
a choice to a path towards darkness
where the devil stones cuts the flesh of the soul;
yet it never bleeds.
A life in a cage where endless woes are introduced