Poverty

I hate that I was born poor Puh! Poverty I detaste you, I chose not to be this poor It just struck with no cue, I tell you very terrible it is A scorching living hell. The struggle in poverty, That struggle is really real, All I got was worthless property Childish me knew not the deal The innocent hope of better, Better tomorrow the anthem. Education in that state Difficult it was, very bitter I was urged to concentrate Grades expected to glitter While on an empty groin I swallowed knowledge.