The Song of the Poor

What have I done to deserve this treatment,

Can't I be better than this or am I cursed,

Asking this question is draining my energy,

When will I grow, when will I be strong,

I am struggling from day to day to make ends meet,

But no matter how strong I am the ends never meet,

I can't eat a meal neither can I buy,

I beg for water and I plead for bread,

What were they thinking when I was given birth to,

Why did they do this who told them to,

I was brought out with not even half a dollar,

Even if I went to school I will still be a pauper,

Where is my hope who is gonna take care of me,

There must be hope I am gonna break out soon.

This my 14 lined poem I hope you may like it. I can't wait to catch your hearts here on read.cash.