SAMA
I have a dream
I am 23 still cultivating this tree of hopes and dreams.
I dream
taking on some undercuts, but rising up with upper cuts
for I flew like a butterfly
stung like a bee
compare me to the greatest boxer Ali.
Born and raised in the slum
where poverty door slammed
against us,
we never hungered for success
we hungered only for food into our stomachs to get access.
never used to burgers, pizzas, spaghettis
with my limited budget I felt super getting
a cup of porridge sugarless.
But all that changed when I met Sama
they showed me with my Toyota I could still a Legacy
Subaru,
that as I rally through life
I shouldn't be defined by my limitations but by the potential inside.
that we all need a hand lend
for even a barber can never shave himself.
I stand for Sama.
fighting poverty
Having charity, as a matter of the heart and not the pocket
Keeping the mind not set
On how big our pockets are
But on how much we can give with the less we possess,
For even in our state of being broke,
We can afford to pay attention to someone
Give hope to someone
Lend a hand to someone in need.
Let us remain of humble spirit
not envious of evil schemes
boasting not about tomorrow
but rejoicing in our hope for a better tomorrow.
At hand we have the axe
let's not complain us,
lacking firewood.
Let us be like a postage stamp, sticking to one thing till we get there
an undivided pair
peaceful, generous, warm hearted
for even in our coldest winter,
there will always be a summer source.
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SAMA(Equal)
Poetrya poem to empower people to overcome wherever challenges, reminding them that we all cann succeed regardles of our backgrounds. That we should aim to build one another, remaing in peace , love and unity in all our endavours.