6 Am and its chilling crazy
My bone knuckles wailing after every hop
Googebums competiting for space and size
my Stomach arch revealing the turmoil of my intestines
With my Ribs all conveying the beauty of a grevy zebra
Tales of my life ..A day in poverty
Our perforated mud house
Giving hope with every passing star
And as my stomach thunder competes with the storm
Shivers grope my chin
And vibrations reveal my stuffy dental formulae
Tales of my life .. A day in poverty
I had hope; in the Dark clouds
But my tears couldn't help it
Sunken like a pit latrine
I deserved mercy not pity
And as I sit; Angels give me a chance to life
As life school me to the rock bottom of absurd poverty
Tales of my life .. A day in Poverty
I have cursed existence more than i ever prayed
I have blamed ever living from Day 3
I have dined with the cruelty of life all my life
I have wished death every heart beat of my life
I have watched and suffered pains 24/7 365 days
All I hope this scorching season may end
Tales of my life .. A day in poverty
1 micro-meal in every 4 days
Dirty water flirts with my system twice a week
Am a graduate PHD in Filthy hard life
And School is what hope has offered
Clothing me with a hard liner and a persevering soul
They lie with our situation to add bank accounts
As life robs us the beauty of existence
Tales of my life .. A day in poverty.
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