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I MUST BE RICH

Poetry By: 39strypes
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Being poor is something not beautiful, it brings us down and make us feel unwanted in the society where we belong. It sometimes bring about low opportunity for us to get some things we should have benefited from. It makes even the poor to run from you cos you're of the same status. It is time to break free and fly high, it is time to say I must be rich.


Submitted:Aug 28, 2013    Reads: 40    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   


It is dark and lonely, Cold and freezing, No one to call my hobby, Cause they know I've got no penny. Let down by many, Even those I call my family, They all flee from me, Cos they don't want to be known with me. Is poverty a curse indeed? Cos I'm lost in the middle of the sea, Crippled by the hatred on the street, No true love to gain my feet. Players on the field of play, Yet no one to play with, Stigmatising is all I feel, Cos it's there for you to see. Disgraced no mercy, Denied no timing, It makes me feel cursed dip within, It makes me feel lost in the society. How long shall this exist? I need an answer to it, If getting rich is all it takes to be it, Then I must be rich.





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