I Never pleaded to born alive
I never asked to be who I am
I never proposed to be a girlchild
I never forced to brought out into this wicked world
But.
I look up to the skies
I look up to the mountains
I tried talking to nature
I tried wether they would hear me out
It's the cry of the poor
Only the clouds and skies could understand me
Hoping that one day tables turn
Hoping one day I find greener and finer pastures
Is it that I can't afford a four wheel?
Is it that I pay rent every month ?
Is it that I wake up to fetch for firewood in the forests?
Is it that I cant live a posh life of junks?
When will my questions find answers?
When will I understand the rich unkind?
When will I face them and click reality to them?
When will I?
Rich unkind .. Remember tables turn .and It's only mountains that can never meet
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RIVH UNKIND
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