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Curse

It’s a curse to wake up starving, bones so thin,

To fight a war you’ll never seem to win.

A curse to hear your stomach beg for bread,

While tears fall softly on an empty bed.

It’s a curse to wear the shame like second skin,

To smile outside while breaking deep within.

To hold your pride with hands that start to shake,

To lose yourself for one more day’s sake.

It’s a curse to watch your mother’s tired eyes,

Still full of love, still full of silent cries.

To see her dreams collapse without a sound,

Like fragile glass that shatters on the ground.

It’s a curse to hear them say, “Just work some more,”

When you’ve been bleeding at life’s heavy door.

To know the world will judge you as you fall,

And call you nothing… not a soul at all.

It’s a curse to hide the truth behind a grin,

To act like life has never carved you thin.

To laugh with friends while hunger grips your chest,

To whisper prayers and never feel rest.

It’s a curse, this dark truth people won’t confess,

That poverty is more than emptiness.

It steals your voice, it steals your childhood too,

It turns the brightest skies to darker blue.

It’s a curse to want the smallest things in life,

A little peace, a break from all this strife.

To dream of shoes without the holes and pain,

To beg the clouds for mercy in the rain.

It’s a curse… to feel invisible, unheard,

To scream inside without a single word.

To know you’re human, but still feel so small,

Like you were never meant to rise at all.

It’s a curse… and even worse, the world moves on,

While you stay stuck where every hope is gone.

And life’s cruel lesson, sharp as any knife,

Is some survive… but never live a life.