Stuck in a place full of poverty.
No dreams or hope, just thieves and robbery.
Waking up outside on the streets,
sweating, but no water, just dying from the heat.
No poetry, dancing or songs,
just smiling through the day, trying to be strong.

No creative imaginations,
Living in a world full of limitations.
Put downs,and hatred words,
No voices, no opinions heard.

No kindness, no helping, everywhere just evil.
Slavery, discrimination, everyone isn't equal.

Believing and having faith is something beautiful.
Knowing there's a chance feels magical.
Not knowing that you have chance,
feels like adding no rhythm to a dance.

Acting selfish, and lack of care,
living a life like this, is my worst nightmare.

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