This poetry is in line with 
Hive account@deeday31 & 
Hive account@kneelyrac 's contest.
I thank you both for hosting such a contest. This is indeed an avenue for amateurs like me to express our thoughts.
The Beginning
to be born in the hands of povertyis to be born in silenceyou get to keep your identitybut you cannot be heard
is there an end to this social disability?is there a new beginning of this darkness?when hope arises, can i be saved by this indignity?O these questions, I am glad I could bear
gone are the days of fatalityto look beyond the presentis to look beyond criticalityThe key for a new beginning
the hands of povertythat familiar wordno longer fits in mefor I am a new beginning
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