Mother die not yet,
Wait to witness me
Reaching my summit.

Mind not my vex
Nor all my displeasure,
they all invented upon the allergy I got for charity.

For I do not want to settle in scarcity,
All the wares we got gratis
never urged me.

I cannot endure
Not pulling out of this dearth
Without handouts.

On my own
I dream to make it.
Without handouts.

On my own
I want to turn this scarcity
Into abundance.

Though, I need you
To not to grasp my anger nor approve it.
Just hold on Mother.