tired of being alone in this world we call home <br />busy, crazy life that never stops moving, grooving all the time <br />we talk about the money, the rich and beauty <br />never about the uglyness, the misery and struggle for survival <br /> <br />i see the men on the streets, begging for a penny <br />the women strugglin out of their clothes to pay the rent and bills <br />ever thought of the children hungry, guns in hand with no one to care <br /> <br />if i was just born, nude with no complexes <br />would i want to stay if i had a clue re: the state of this life? <br />when will the world change and become the paradise we aim for... <br />ha! never mind these thoughts - its poor, foolish expression of unfounded dreams<br /><br />Miss Tee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/promises-promises-2/
