I’m hungry
In a time where innocence should reign,
This little girl faced trials, her heart in pain.
Her upbringing, not necessarily the worst, I’d say,
But love and stability seemed far far away.
Naive to the world, she sought to play,
But she was forced to grow, her childhood held at bay.
Beware the snakes, tall grass obscures your sight,
She was blind to the danger, in her childish plight.
No one was there to tell her to watch her steps.
Her daddy afar in England, her mommy not there,
Her grandma's love, her only solace fair.
Or so the little girl thought.
Manipulation gripped, like thorns upon a rose,
Lies woven deep, where innocence once arose.
Money’s cruel allure, she was a tree with sweet fruit but false leaves.
Lola was manipulative, controlling the little girls mind to take advantage of her support.
Lies ingrained despite religion being heavily forced upon,
“Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour”
But as she picked up the phone, to answer her father’s worried calls,
Out of the little girls mouth, the lies begin to fall:
“Daddy I’m feeling very sick, we need more money please”
A child's plea, a desperate tease.
Deception’s a cruel game, but it’s a price she needed to pay for love.
Let me talk in first person when I express my current feelings.
I really want to know,
Where did my dad’s money truly go?
How was he sending money through to make sure I was fed right?
And I was eating a cup of rice with salt as a side every night?
I would have been lucky is the rice was even cooked.
How was I brought up to think that money was everything?
And my “daddy” didn’t love me because money wasn’t being served in a plate?
I started holding a grudge against everyone.
My mommy for not raising me and my daddy for not being with me.
I started looking up to my lola for she was the only one there to show me that “love”.
Little did I know she was taking that money and giving it to her other children.
Leaving me and my disabled brother alone with stomachs grumbling,
Whilst others got to enjoy my money with drugs and gambling?
Let me tell you now that I was 7 when I had to grow up,
And from then on the trust issues never stopped.
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