Poverty
It taught me not to rely on anyone
To stand up and sweat for my own benefit
To decide by mind not by heart
It shaped my vision and caused transition
Gone to bed with hunger but still hoped for the best
I'd sometimes think it's a curse
How things took place wasn't fascinating
And when people looked at me they saw nothing
I sometimes lost friends because I had nothing
Whenever I told my story they'd say I'm looking for attention
Whenever I'd seek for help they'd say they're busy
But that never stopped me from going
Family would distance their selves
Telling me to sort out myself
How was I going to do that?
They didn't wanna know
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