Child Labor is where I spend my day.
60-72 hours a week, with no pay. Harsh conditions, risking my health.
Working my best, not gaining any wealth.
I can't read, and I can't write.
The only thing I can do is create a new type.
Been here since I was 5, all day and night.
Been wondering at the end of the tunnel is there any light?
I've lost all hope, this is the life I live.
and at a young age my life I had to give.
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PoetryMany different kinds of poems from all different types of perspectives. Speaks from the heart and the soul, all original.
