Poverty
Starts as a child
Happy wit joy
No care in the world
Was not asked to
be born
But he's here
Sorry baby your mother
was addicted your father
was evicted, killed by
his closest friends
Never held you but
he wish he can
Listen Listen to sound
of this child's voice praying
Darkest fears was losing
Greatest hope was
pretending,Listen
don't talk baby its not your fault
He won't be able to eat
He didn't know
Will never learn to read
He didn't know
Will never enjoy childhood
Will kill But WHY
Will cry He can't talk
Will Pray
GOD says to Poverty Don't GIVE UP
TODAY!!!!
Copyright © Sherelle Smith | Year Posted 2010
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