When The Heart Opens...✔

Diary of a poor kid😞

There they sat.
The kids who mattered, the owners of the school.

I couldn't follow that road, they would rip my soul in two.
That's there everyday duty.

Ruining the beautiful day of fellow or should I say weaker students.

They always wore expensive wears, dripping of fame from head to toe.
And there I was shabby.

But I was proud of my shabby wears,it was my parents hardwork.

But there's, it was from the purses of the poor including my parents.

Yes, am referring to the rich politicians kids who knew nothing but rest on the wealth of their parents.