The Daughter of a Beggar

The Daughter of a Beggar

The daughter of a beggar

No!

Never going to beg

Father wakes early

To the next door

The huge lady appears

Her face hot with hatred

Daddy kicked

Oh! So painful!

Clothes made from rags

Milk oil for my face

No shoes for my feet

With rumbling stomach

Walk down the street

Asking for help

The daughter of the president

Lies down to wake to soothing music

Bread buttered and coffee

Princess dress worn once and thrown

And I ………and I

The daughter of a beggar

Such a painful reality