Rubbing faces

Take this not the wrong way,
Only yesterday,
The world was but black and white,
Today is gray
Groomed in the eve of fading sight.
I walk by faces,
Some painted with fat smiles,
The ground whispers,
Their shadows
Bearing long stubbing knives.

I rub faces with people,
with the virgin,
Wearing long skirts and dresses,
Yet breastfeeding in the night.
Who am i to raise a tongue?
A second back,
I undressed the stranger
In high heels.

I rub faces with slum child,
At school he but plays at breaktime,
To forget his empty stomach
Friends laughing at him,
He knows one word to survive
"mpako" (give me).
Mother from duty she returns,
Where she traded,
Goods between her thighs,
Putting food on the plate.

I rub faces with people,
For if theres any one
That deserves a second chance,
It is you,
For what it takes you to keep,
It takes you to have.