On These Streets by Hafsat Abdullahi
I grew up on these streets
And here on these streets
We have dreams and aspirations making innovations in devil's workshops
Here, hunger is the drive, we only thrive to survive
Here on these streets, education is key
But what good a key when there are no doors for the poor?
We dream dreams, because dreams are free,
But reality has a fee
You need teachers, You need books,
You need to cook ideas that are off the hook
You need an unbreakable mindset that screams “I can”
You need a plan and discipline tough enough to withstand
the wind that comes with the desire to win on these streets
You need uniforms, you need to fit in to be seen
You need thick-skin strong enough to block even bullets or the blaring scorn from your brother’s grin
Each time you dare to try to fly without wings
Again, and again till you break down with realization
that motivation can never equal education
For what good a fertile ground if there no seeds to grow?
And what good a seed if it never grows?