I am poor
- Siuta Uaisele
- Nov 9
- 1 min read

Bottomless fall
Seems endless
A mud buddle he said
A cradle of economic strife
Many have many to say
Bottomless strife
Tell a story
Hard surface of dirt
Dust in our breath
No sugar
There is coffee
It starts somewhere
You
Its here in dusty dirt
Flying leaves
Discard of one's daily rubbish
Hour ends
I have made $28.95
Night ends
I have made $231.60
Week ends
I have made $1158.00
17 years
I will be at 1 million dollars
I must never eat
I must never drink
The free waters of the rivers
The rain
No rent to pay
The side of the road is free
The dream
May remains a dream
Like a forever amen










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