The Poor
By Angie306
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So much to be told and so much we don’t say
We yearn for money, the hunger won’t let us think
Whispering silences of envy are invading my mind
They don’t know what it's like to be me, they can barely see me
But I can see them very clear, I want to be them so bad
Having everything they have, living without worries or fears
I don’t want to dream about what others have, I want to have it
Hanging from a thread that is about to break, no one seems to care
Money is what we eat, money is what we wear, and money is how we make things happen
Selling everything I have even these shoes I have on, nothing seems fair
After a long day, my feet are hurting but I have to keep going
Knowing tomorrow everything will repeat itself without an end
At night my room turns so cold, maybe is the loneliness or this empty place
Sadness and tears are not enough to describe my life
The life of the poor, the ones who don’t have the right to do anything they want
The dreams of the poor are big and hardly becomes true
My mother said to me once that the dreams don’t pay the bills
Completely hopeless I’ve been, sometimes lost between the people of this city
I tell myself to get up when I fall even though my knees are weak and the day is long
Living with the hope that tomorrow everything will get better.
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Welcome to ABCTales Angie -
Welcome to ABCTales Angie - this is a very powerful piece.
ps: can you confirm that the (wonderful) image you've chosen is copyright free?
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Angie, please let me know
Angie, please let me know about the image before the end of today (Tuesday), otherwise we will have to remove it. Thanks
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Thanks for responding - your
Thanks for responding - your own drawing would fine!
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