INCARCERATED.

Pen with some small gravity i gave it
Wavy and light like a candle i believe it was the only tool that will bring light to this girl. 
So pen speak
Tell them when poverty  left, you had to write
Tell them what was left wrong is now right
For the live news will one day be fact files
For the great studies will be one day pact in files
Am speaking for that young
A girl born in the middle of nowhere
A place she wouldn't want to knowhere
Her life Seemed to have been prophesied with a prophet of doom
She was too tired too cry. Her heart constricted painfully 
She was too angry for the world and for whatever was controlling her fate
Her feet always dirty, she was destinied to make wrong steps
She had no future but she learnt to live for tomorrow 
She wished to have heard education 
For she always knew education is the Key
But now the bourgeois changed the locks 
Symbols of predicaments popped out of her vains
She was worse than very course veins 
For all her tries to a better life were in invain
Her life was a deadly disease. 
She crammed the patterns of clouds in the sky
She knew thats where her potential lie
She was all on her self. She had nobody to tell her problems 
But to look in the water and throw a stone inside because of the reflected image she saw. 
She knew love was fake
Because The hugs with weight seemed light
Her life set to live in a place she had nothing to lose
She was so reach in poverty
She only afforded the air to breath. 
For she knew contemplating rent is late for the house you cant afford.
For the 11th hour was equal to the last minute
She was incarcerated in a cell
Wall of poverty 
She lived in the story tales that never ended happily after. 
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Noma noma™
Sanaa King