They grew up alone,
Slept on the street for years,
Challenges make fist with them each day,
Their aim is to become great ,
Each day was filled with different obstacles,
Rejected by family and friends because they are “Orphans”.
Every night they sleep,
Talking of what they want to be
Unaware of the world they are born to
Hawking to make ends meet
All becuase they dont want to steal meat
How unlucky they are
The people that stood with them,
Many at times molest them,
and lot more are their daily encounters,
Yet Their aim is to be great.
Families took them in
Made them theirs
But all was a lie.
Slaves they were
In the house they call home
They value what they have, and pictured themselves in high places,
And never allowed situations to weigh them down.
After a lot of problems,
Those who can endure,
enjoy more of it.
All they went through
Was of no hindrance
To their set goal.
Minds made up
Determination was key
With this they unlocked
All impossible doors
They look back at their lives and feel proud about it,
Those who don’t value them,
And disregard them,
Now look unto them.
Only because they see themselves as an “orphans” who should go greater places in life.
Araink🖋and Sir. Tomisin Eshton✍🏾