I didn’t choose to be poor

It’s not my fault that I was born poor

Stop calling me words because I’m poor

Nobody wants to be my friend cause I’m poor.

I am a laughing stock

Everyone makes fun of me because I have nothing

I didn’t choose this life of eating in the dustbins,

I didn’t choose this life of sleeping on the streets,

I didn’t choose to wear tattered and torn clothes

I didn’t choose to be poor

I didn’t choose to be left on the dustbin by

Someone who was bound to protect me,

Love me unconditionally

Someone who was supposed to be my shelter

Through the raging storm.

I didn’t choose this life of grief and emptiness

I lick my wounds

I’m all by myself in this horrible world

And I didn’t choose any of that.

I didn’t choose to be poor.