Another day has come.
I was soo close to giving up my life this time.
I can’t bear this pain in Isolation anymore.
But come to think of it.....
Who really cares if I die or live?
My journey does not have a starting point
Not to talk about when and where it ends.
Even though I sleep at the top I always rise at the bottom.
How are you?
And what will you eat?
Are questions that I’ve heard in a long while?
No one cares to ask.
I despise school children just as they despise me.
Because we live on the opposite sides of life.
I watch them in envy as they watch me in pity.
I never wished for this life,
But as it stands, no one can make my life better in anyway;
Because I stand with the joy of a street child on my forehead.
I do change my clothes twice as you do
Just that yours is twice a day whiles mine is twice a year.
Never look down on me
Eventhough I think you are better than me economically.
I don’t cry anymore
Because nobody even really cares
Apart from God.
Had it not been for him
I would have been dead by now.
This is my plea.
But i am not seeking for parity
Because even if I do i can never live up to it.
All I seek is our attention and care.
Steem Can Really Be For The Poor
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