They asked me
Who's the most unluckiest child
In the world amongst
The children so mild
You'll think it is me
When I tell you my story
As sad as it could be
You'll never wish to be like me
I was born to be alone
And I haven't seen my parent's face
Sad, dull and grey
Were all my days
I started to work
At an early age
They made me feel like
My life was in a cage
They made me break stones
And wash their dirty dishes,
Demolished and crumbled
Were all my lovely wishes
They never gave me
Proper food to eat
All they did to me
Is to torture and beat
When I see other children
So bright and happy
Lovely and sweet
Will their days be
They learn and they play
All the day
Showered in love
Are they every day
To God, I always ask
Why couldn't I be like them
But I got no answers
I wish I could be like them.
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eXpressions- Poems
PoesíaThis book is a compilation of poems written by the author from her childhood to the present.
