I am voiceless and have no options
Hopeless and helpless
Being older it’s useless
Injustices are glued to my fate
I do everything they say
Be it in church or village
My advice is not heard
Being poor is such a curse
Nobody cares how I feel
from day one they treated me ill
Nobody cares about my point of view
It is life, what do I say
It’s not like we were given a choice of who to be
We’re born being the beings we are
We were born poor, and voiceless
It is who we are
I wish it was different 
Maybe my wish be fulfilled 
I wish they would respect me for being me 
Take my point of view seriously 
Heed my advice 
Only then will my wish be fulfilled