My World Blessed -Me -Unlucky
Was I born to darken the paper for all my life,
Does this calls for luck that I have to crawl with my tomach on the floor,
knee down to beg for something to get on my mouth,,
Do I have to cry for someone to pull me up there?
Was it destined from the begining to live the same in different life times?
There must be something...
Here we are in different stages we never imagined
Bitter, broken, overwhelmn
and yet we laugh, joke, chat to those who push us aside,
Yet we peservere the endure pain and drive us where we can be.
If we were kings we would be worshiped,
They fear us under no rulings.
We are the dirty skirts of these streets,
but the great power is forseen in us.
Their dresses are worn well,
but the winner is not amongst them,
Beautiful painted pictures faces yellowed,
Somehow the judge signs me in
everyone stood in attention to see me, wondering!
In all I didn’t win
On my perfection and so I was chosen,
Everyone applaud for me
“ not the winner”
(2015)
