Bark of the Dogs
written by: Dclamo
I remember the bark of the dogs
The barks that followed me every morning
As I walked to school
cold and hungry
afraid and angry
unsure and uncertain
of what to expect
If I got to school late
I remember the bark of the dogs
At night when I returned
barefoot and sweaty
tired and still hungry
unsure and uncertain
of what to expect
If I found no food on the table
I remember the bark of the dogs
Late night as I read
As I struggled with sleep
and torment from the mosquitoes
all in the name of the keys to success
unsure and uncertain
I carried on
not knowing what to expect
If the keys didn’t fit the door
I am the author or the poem. I come from deep Africa, where children struggle with schooling whilst experiencing difficulties at home. I have observed them counter cruel weather all in the name of obtaining education which they are not even sure will benefit them in days to come.
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