Sculptured By Poorness

SCULPTURED BY POORNESS by Shyane A. Roa One scratch, one peck as they fondly call me, I am seen as nobody in the community Yes, I am a beggar in the street I am a woman who wears a dirty outfit I work during the day and study at night Hoping to have a future that was so bright But the way I acted was unpleasant to many They really hated my personality Every day I am begging for food to live I became a servant just to survive No one can dim my clear and bright visions Because this is me, with a strong determination I can endure life, no matter how tough Even they hated me I will continue my journey Rejection is my inspiration Obstacle is my key to build my ambition As of now, it’s my dream to have my career, I am proud that once I became a pauper, Because I was molded to become resilient And face life with joy and merriment