Why was I born poor?
Drenched in miseries
No one to come to my aid
Hopes are shrouded in misery
The aristocratic class trembling on the poor
Poverty is a hero it fought many formidable victories
The only double edged sword that strikes without sympathy
The world is just a place to stay
Misery is a fate and poverty a curse
Blessings are precious like diamonds but turmoil is a blade
It cuts deep and it doesn’t regret
It’s only the poor man that regrets
Why was I born poor mother?
Being poor is not a choice
But so many despise me
Did I apply to be poor?
It wasn’t my choice
I want the best out of my life
People chase me as if I stink
Maybe poverty stinks
But was it my choice?
Come to my aid oh dear success
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