Poor Child Poem by Heidee Villanueva Manago

Poor Child



I was a child, living in this world of poverty
A world, where my innocence was taken
A world, full of misery and hungry
What is my future? What is meant for me?
Where are my rights, where am I supposed to be?
Do you hear my voice, do you see my soul?
Can't you see me fighting? Struggling for a life that I don't know
Can you extend your arms, hug me for a while
I needed that now, before closing my eyes and die

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Inspired from the children I am seeing in the streets on my daily walk from work...
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Heidee Villanueva Manago

Heidee Villanueva Manago

Olongapo City, Philippines
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