A hustler's rhapsody

I lurk in the shadows; not even light can reveal my struggles and my crawl to survival.

I am The Beggar

Pleading for scraps from presumptuous beings to build barely a decent life as I maintain a snail's pace in the societal hierarchy.

I work for humanity's functioning, as my duty requires me to provide for those who lean on my fragile shoulders.

I am The Breadwinner.

Slaving from dusk till dawn for an underhanded system that wrecks my sanity, leaving my kin with an empty vessel of a being

I aim to reach for the universe, as the stars are too close for comfort and not sufficient to quench my ambitions.

I am The Dreamer

Needing no pity, nor craving guidance from those who are nearsighted, as they scoff at my audacious goals.

For I am the echoes of society who dare to live, no matter the circumstances.

THE BITTER POET