people that the world spits out

walking along walking alone down albert road by night

just past dusk

some people walking back from their jobs

some people hustling on the streets cuz that’s their jobs

some folks on the corner sweeping the streets doing their jobs

some folks on the corner eating chips taking a break from their jobs

some folks without jobs

can i spare a two rand

quiet and mostly deserted

only folks around are the ones who the world spat out

the ones that the world continues to spit out

those watching the cars of the rich folks eating at the restaurants in the gentrified quarter

while those few who still own their homes

are surrounded by rising house prices

surrounded by empty neighbourhoods

across the road from eating establishments they can’t afford to stomach

across the road from the bromwell

across the road from the boutique mall throttling the ghost of the ghoema

now the car guard watches the white folks drinking craft beer for a couple of coins

i’m swimming around in the mouth of the world

in which capitalism is the saliva gland

racism the teeth

patriarchy the tongue

i’m swimming past all those on the street

thinking about the world’s terrible capacity for spit

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