I AM POOR, AND SO WHAT!
"I AM POOR"
And so what?
I get into an argument when a rich man's son, he slaps me, hit we hard and almost break my head in front of his folks. I feel the pain, I take the blame wholeheartedly, I bear the burden, yet they tell me I should have been patient and I should apologize to them.
I get into an argument with a rich man's son, I slap him, I hit him hard and almost break his head in front of his folks. They rubbish me, they tell me I have no manners, no morals, no training. They say I should have been patient. I am forced to apologize to him after being brutally tortured to death.
Because I am poor, I don't have the right to be angry. The degree of my innocence is directly proportional to the degree of my silence in the face of oppression and brutality..just because I am born poor..
Just because I am poor, I deserve to be cheated on by Life, I deserve to be turned into a slave by the rich, I deserve to be raped thoroughly with mind provoking words direct towards me that transport tears to my face daily...just because I am label poor.
I am told to tolerate Life, I am force to accept Nature, and the indepth of sorrow plus pain as it comes. I am made to believe that I have to survive in pain before I can stand on my own as a hero. The barbaric and stupid excuse I get from the rich is "I have my own story, it's was once hard for me" should that be the reason you want my Life to be hard too?..
It is in their nature to look down on us and be threaten daily with words that hit straight to the heart. I should eat little, dress better with rags, cook better with sweat pouring down my forehead like a dry leave from the tree, I am told to worship them and be more pleasant to them.
I decide to take my stand, and I am called Stupid and Proud. "Poor and Foolish" they call me IRRESPONSIBLE. so I am threaten with heart breaking words that will frustrate not only a day but more of my days. I count my efforts useless, blame my existence, lost with no Hope, no faith, no believe, living lost in the jungle of sadness just because I am poor.
Because I am poor...
I am not allowed to have wits or be a prodigy, I can't be financially independent, professionally successful and I am treated with no respect, and my suggestions doesn't counts in the society @ large.
What did I know, Absolutely Nothing.
But I have chosen to reach the heart of good people that Life has label POOR. It is time to stand up, help each other, respect one another, let love reign, celebrate one another, support and encourage one another, start believing, start hopping, start having faith and never stop working hard.
Don't listen to people who are ready to fall you down. Walk with people who will appreciate you, be proud of you and will be happy to help you.
I dedicate this to all those that Life has label "POOR".
Is it a sin to be born poor? No.
This is a call to wake you all up..
Don't get lost trying to find yourself.
Don't get dirty trying to clean yourself.
Don't get foolish trying to be smart.
Don't get killed trying to live.
Don't die poor trying to be rich.
Don't sell your purpose trying to buy fame and success
You aren't poor, not a bit.
And so what?
I get into an argument when a rich man's son, he slaps me, hit we hard and almost break my head in front of his folks. I feel the pain, I take the blame wholeheartedly, I bear the burden, yet they tell me I should have been patient and I should apologize to them.
I get into an argument with a rich man's son, I slap him, I hit him hard and almost break his head in front of his folks. They rubbish me, they tell me I have no manners, no morals, no training. They say I should have been patient. I am forced to apologize to him after being brutally tortured to death.
Because I am poor, I don't have the right to be angry. The degree of my innocence is directly proportional to the degree of my silence in the face of oppression and brutality..just because I am born poor..
Just because I am poor, I deserve to be cheated on by Life, I deserve to be turned into a slave by the rich, I deserve to be raped thoroughly with mind provoking words direct towards me that transport tears to my face daily...just because I am label poor.
I am told to tolerate Life, I am force to accept Nature, and the indepth of sorrow plus pain as it comes. I am made to believe that I have to survive in pain before I can stand on my own as a hero. The barbaric and stupid excuse I get from the rich is "I have my own story, it's was once hard for me" should that be the reason you want my Life to be hard too?..
It is in their nature to look down on us and be threaten daily with words that hit straight to the heart. I should eat little, dress better with rags, cook better with sweat pouring down my forehead like a dry leave from the tree, I am told to worship them and be more pleasant to them.
I decide to take my stand, and I am called Stupid and Proud. "Poor and Foolish" they call me IRRESPONSIBLE. so I am threaten with heart breaking words that will frustrate not only a day but more of my days. I count my efforts useless, blame my existence, lost with no Hope, no faith, no believe, living lost in the jungle of sadness just because I am poor.
Because I am poor...
I am not allowed to have wits or be a prodigy, I can't be financially independent, professionally successful and I am treated with no respect, and my suggestions doesn't counts in the society @ large.
What did I know, Absolutely Nothing.
But I have chosen to reach the heart of good people that Life has label POOR. It is time to stand up, help each other, respect one another, let love reign, celebrate one another, support and encourage one another, start believing, start hopping, start having faith and never stop working hard.
Don't listen to people who are ready to fall you down. Walk with people who will appreciate you, be proud of you and will be happy to help you.
I dedicate this to all those that Life has label "POOR".
Is it a sin to be born poor? No.
This is a call to wake you all up..
Don't get lost trying to find yourself.
Don't get dirty trying to clean yourself.
Don't get foolish trying to be smart.
Don't get killed trying to live.
Don't die poor trying to be rich.
Don't sell your purpose trying to buy fame and success
You aren't poor, not a bit.
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