It's Just Poverty, Fight On!
Though my growing up days weren’t easy
I kept my little hands and mind always busy
I went around with shoes without laces
Doing odd jobs that took me to odd places
I never had a sliced bread pasted with jam
All we had was boiled or roast cocoyam
We had an empty room in the day and crowdy at night
But yet we smiled around as if our life was glowing bright
I had a father who worked more than his pay
And a mother who had enough sighing to replay
Poverty was the story, but it wasn’t our destiny
Because we daily hosted mosquitoes picking on our bodies
Though we stayed content and devoid of worries
We had poverty restricting us to our lowly class
While others were born with silver spoons, our was brass
My story was bad and rusty yesterday
Thank God, I have a success story to tell today
Don’t give up on your dreams, hold on
Because there’s always a reason why one was born.
poem by Vyktor Ekott
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