miles and miles we had walked ,
4:00 had become my favorite time,
Going to school without a single dime ,
sometimes I eat ,sometimes I don't ,
lightheaded at times but that didn't stop me,
The looks at school I got constantly,
when I announced I don't have any money,
The sadness I felt when I saw others who had it,
Tears are my food so I am always full,
Gut wrenching hunger tears through me daily ,
The look on her face when I leave for school ,
knowing her child will be hungry all day ,
My thoughts of a better life was all I thought about ,
Not having much I learnt how to do without,
Coming back from school was always the best ,
Because then I would eat forget the rest,
Alwyas thought about it as fasting ,
At times it all felt overwhelming,
But I knew better than dwelling in a life that had me drowning ,
Looking at them when evening came ,
Had parents that came for them when I had to walk in the rain ,
stones pricked through the hole in my shoe caused me pain,
Asked myself if I was praying in vain,
It all taught me how to be tough ,
To not cower when things get rough ,
The pain in my eyes is what causes me to survive,
Makes me think sometimes if I want to stay alive ,
They laughed because it was so funny not having rich parents with money,
what mattered was I had a family that love me ,
My sister's were my first friends,
said we will never leave each other til the end ,
It hurt me to think someday they will bend ,
And maybe won't answer my texts that I send,
I have accepted it all the sad truth that is my life ,
To overcome is my goal ,
For someone to hear my voice and thoughts ,
I now love the sadness my life brought.
Pain isn't always bad
