The Poor Man's Kid
She never got to know SpongeBob,
Or the thrill of Jerry and Tom,
She never had the fun of quarreling with the maid,
Or hiding the bathing soap just to watch cartoons.
Her life has been one big fight, that she lost before she could even start.
That girl in tattered rags,
The girl in a fierce battle with jiggers,
The girl from the muddy hut,
That girl has a frail body,
But her brain I admit, is very gigantic.
She dreamt of flying a plane,
Before even the age of adolescence,
She thought it would get her family off the hinges,
But her biggest fear became a reality, someone said,
"The fee is too high, aviation is not for the poor."
Slowly her interest in music grew,
Her voice so melodious no doubt she could triumph.
Then one man came and offered her a studio session,
She thought she was lucky, but the price? the man said,
"There's no need for money, you can just pay with your body."
Then she was convinced,
To pursue education because it's the key,
And 'realistic' dreams as a poor man's kid,
So she turned her whole being into books,
Digging them with a dimming lamp till midnight.
Her passion in physics grew,
Her brain so sharp always leading her compeers,
She thought it would be fun working as a mechanical engineer,
But her peers! they said,
"Engineering is for boys. Machines for a girl? that's weird!"
Then finally in medicine she landed,
But life has never been easy either,
Not with the teacher's mockings,
"Your brain needs alot of glucose and plenty resources,
Poor and you're studying medicine haha it can't make."
Days and nights both dark,
Struggling with an empty tummy and a hefty fee burden,
The girl ain't giving up yet,
But one thing I know,
Their is no hope for the poor man's kid.
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Jay Crown
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