Sunny Side Street.

 

The Sun can be sweet on the sunnyside street

Telecasting shadows of uncommon scenes ;

of boys who smoke the hell out of the street

of blind beggars who see the luck at sunrise

of fashionable girls with no cloths on

of barbershops where no hair is seen

Everything can be sweet on the sunnyside street

The day lives longer than 24 on the sunnyside street

We kiss our fortunes goodbye and sit for rude sights;

of girls who walk the side street in groups of three

to boys in faded blue jeans who could afford a lunch

of blond ladies who pray the sun dies off at six

to take whatever the grim fate of the day brings

they love the nights, its light and how the body bites

Of cops drawing strategies to improperly extort monies

from poor foreigners who have no identity aside pleading

Of robots that always smile green but no cars seen

cos we meet at every corner on the sunyside street

The night is never quiet on the sunnyside street

Bad DJs play your favourite songs in the ghettos

You nod and tap only your right foot on the tired earth

while your left is motionless because it's cushioning the ass

of a fine bladdered lady of the night whose name matters not

Thick guys knock you hard in the face and drag you on the floor;

they make you bleed

make you cry

make you think

make you curse life

make you taste what it is to be here

no ice is promised on the cream, they say

It's some gangsta shit, that too they say

And you wonder when your visa will be due

to leave because you know you will die soon

And the night grows into the morning and the day lives on

And you wake up in bed a proud a survivor

With the nameless lady by your side

to welcome you to just another version of the day.

It is always sweet on the sunnyside street

Robot: A visual signal to control the flow of traffic at intersections. Synonymous to Traffic light.

Oppong Clifford Benjamin