They gathered around me as if I were a king
Always on my side if only I had some thing on me
Always against me as if we were enemies incase I was in an argument
Being discourage by others on my future dreams
but counselling by others
Teased by others through insults
Always cried alone in my corner
I had no stable friend
But my mother once told me through her story
she been poor doesn't make me a loser
A great advise that I never forgot which make me sucessful
But gradually hidden we become rich
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