This is my world, I don’t have any idea
if I was born like others or not,
But I’m sure enough that I’ve grown up
nameless, unknown, unmapped and,
This is my world, I’m unclassified in
the least, but scars of tears are all my identity.
This is my world where it rains and I get
wet alone,
In my world, a day has twenty-four hours
for others but not for me,
This is my world where I smile when my
stomach is digesting.
In my world, I get clothes after my
size mates have bought new outfit,
Where my mouth gets a bit of moisture
when rich people didn’t care about leftovers,
In my world sunrise finds me with open
hands, and my death when I close them.
My Sorrow is when sunset leaves my hands
empty, my world becomes darker,
My hope fades away, my heart ceases
pumping and start wondering, my mind begins to judge and ask
me: where is your faith now? You used to
tell me that you’re pity material, then tell me now who pays you any attention!
You often comfort me that beggars can’t
be choosers, you get what you get and you don’t get upset,
Then tell me now what you did you? Who
cares that you are going to die in hunger?
The only answer I can come up with is
“this is my world”!
This is my world where I have grown up being
sent to share lunch with my closest neighbors,
At the first time my world seemed to be
brightened somehow thinking that, this would be
The best cheerful moment not knowing
that it’s time to be asked why I kept coming for lunch.
Why do I keep wearing one pink top, why don’t
I go to school by bus?
Of
course, I had no answers, but forcing food into my mouth in tears.
This is my world where I can’t count the
past nights but I can count the mornings I have.
The world where everyone calls me names, I
don’t want to call my kid,
The names which I hate the most, the names
which kill my cells and breaks my heart into pieces,
Thank you guys for sharing us how damn is our planet 🌏 👍
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DeleteOhh very wise
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