I Is Not An Option, We Is

Am poor because am always tied My hands are tied from the back to the front My lips are shut and I cannot speak I can only move my eyes from side to side My mind is not sure of where it actually belongs And my body keeps darting but not settling I believe making my own decisions is hard Because I is not an option, we is I am told we makes sense Makes us more respectful Makes us more wealthier Even though I do not know how Am told that our money is collected and piled When I say I cannot do that I want to build for myself am called selfish Am called a bloody individualistic and we is better than I Am poor because I am weak My mind does not act fast enough And my heart cries too quickly My mouth is shut because when I speak what I feel am condemned as just selfish and unrealistic They say to me, you think you can do this alone? They say to me, who ever successed alone? They say to me, this is what we get for raising you? They say to me, this is what happens when you give your children choices I am poor because I carry too may responsibilities I am poor because I cannot ask too many questions in the hope of knowing I am poor because I am alone, when I ask for support They say to me, You see! Did we not tell you we should be together I am poor because my dreams are not supported I am poor because my heart got long disconnected I am poor because with all that I do, with all that I give, with all that I hope for I stand to be corrected I am poor because I am a soul long neglected I am poor because you all worry in the eyes of society i stand to be perfected I am a poor person defected and affected I am a person long injected and infected shamsa @ https://vikombeviwilivyakahawa.wordpress.com