The poor's world
I wasn't born with a silver spoon,
On my birth,threewisemen weren't led by the moon.
I was that poor kid in the neighborhood,
Who ran around naked even when cold.
Each morning my peers head to school...
While I arrange my Hawking tool.
I was a friend to hunger;
To my peers : A beggar.
Even my relations despised me,
To them,nothing good can come from me.
Some parents believed I was cursed by nature,
They called me a child without a future,
My self esteem was drained,
My heart : pained.
I was just a poor child in need,
But the world was unwilling to feed,
I was a child not to be...
But deep in me, dreams lived.
That little helping hand you give,
Can be all someone needs to live.
(2018)