The sun was dark the day I was born
No, it wasn't night, it was a noon;
And so I cried and wondered why
Fate is stingy, so is the sky.
My mother, she whose name is Poverty
Replied, “My son, this is reality,
Don't ask me why don't blame the sky;
For all is fair, and all will die”.
She gave me milk, the brand: Scarcity,
She wrapped me up with cloth the name: Insufficiency
And again I cried for the day was cold and the night was long
And my stomach is empty and I chill that strong.
In a window far away I saw a teevee
The men called Rulers, they were having a soiree
And so I asked my mother about the disparity
But again her reply, “This is reality”.
I searched the books and the Net alike
Thinking I will find the answer to my mental strife
But all my searches for the answers were nothing
Coz Un-education remains my Teacher,
And Classmate, Opportunity, is missing.
Author notes
A tribute to Mariannette Amber of Davao City, Philippines. She was a 12-year old girl who committed suicide for reasons of hunger and poverty.
An accompanying read: Poverty's Saint
link: http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/editorial/view_article.php?article_id=99952
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You are a born narrative writer!
And: you have a big heart. I am glad, Spirit of Blue, a colour of healing, too, and not only of sorrow, that you have led me to your work.
I am adding you as a favorite, if I not alread have!
Love
Myra
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thanks for the wonderful comments. i am very happy you liked my work.
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Please put the option number in your authors box. I will be judging tonight.
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second stanza is by far the best in my opinion. flows the best and the rhyme works the best. i really like it. great stanza. the rest of it works on the same level it just seems rough. the third stanza particularly just seems like it could be tightened up. anyway good write and good luck in the contes
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Thanks. I like your fifth and sixth sentences. They will be helpful in refining my future pieces.
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Very well written poem- excellenty, and heart wrenching. You described the condition of poverty perfectly, and creatively. The world is a very sad place for poor people, and it is true, and natural that children in poverty look around, to figure out what is wrong with themselves- they naturally blame themslves, thinking their environment is a reflection of them. It's not, but no one ever tells them, and they grow up thinking this way. So sad, because all it would take is one person to say 'this isn't about you. This isn't your fault', and they would be able to rise above it. I know about this- because I lived in it growing up, and it's just so weird to me that society can not separate the human being from the conditions the human lives in. This is also true for wealthy confitions. I had a friend in college who I was intimidated by because she lived in millionaire surroundings. She picked up on my attitude instantly, looked me straight in the eye, and said, 'this isn't anout me, this is my parents wealth'. Ever since then I realized the truth, and stopped blaming myself for the poverty I grew up in.
Great poem. Please put the number in your author's box. Thanks! Duana
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Thanks Duana. You are absolutely correctin your observation. Hopefully, others will also think that way. Thanks again
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I like this poem alot. It flowed really well, and it is very sad. I'm trying not to cry while typing this so I apologize if I do. God bless you for sharing this and I'm sorry if you had to face this. God bless you in all that you do and write. Keep up the excellent work.
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Thanks. Your words uplift a spirit.
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