Unfair - Poem by Viktoria Lilith
Why is it that
That some people have the money,
While others live in shacks?
That some people are beautiful inside and outside
And the poor people are rated savages
For forces not held in their hand?
That other people have a mother that dies,
while mine stays awake to haunt me?
That you didn't love me until
You lost me like the toy that
I have always been to everybody?
That I have the teeth of a monster
and everyone treats me like one?
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