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Sadly, I was born free to poverty yet enslaved to many things. I was raised right in the wrong place So I planned my escape from poverty. Gladly I liberated myself and my future, empowered by the sheer will to survive. I refused to accept the story of my birth, So I sojourned into the unknown. I reached beyond the very limits that poverty placed before me. I spoke power to self and jumped, Not knowing if the parachute would work. Oh, how sweet the fruits of freedom, How free the paths I scouted for me. Though jaggy but I know every pothole, every stump in case I have to crawl back. IvanBrookspoetry©️ 4.25.2019
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 8:50 PM UTC
Escape From Poverty
Sadly, I was born free to poverty yet enslaved to many things. I was raised right in the wrong place So I planned my escape from poverty. Gladly I liberated myself and my future, empowered by the sheer will to survive. I refused to accept the story of my birth, So I sojourned into the unknown. I reached beyond the very limits that poverty placed before me. I spoke power to self and jumped, Not knowing if the parachute would work. Oh, how sweet the fruits of freedom, How free the paths I scouted for me. Though jaggy but I know every pothole, every stump in case I have to crawl back. IvanBrookspoetry©️ 4.25.2019
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 8:50 PM UTC
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