THE POOR BOY

A Story by success

emanciated, grief

THE POOR BOY
His father died when his mama was six months pregnant
His mama took her last breath
She couldn't endure the labour pains
The doctors saved him from joining his mama
Family neglected him because he was deaf and dumb
They considered him a burden
Oh poor boy!
Sometimes he wished he wasn't born
The street is now his home
One sees no difference between him
And an HIV/AIDS person
Hardly can he remember
The last time he took a square meal
He sleeps in front of Madam Mansa's store at night
He prays it doesn't rain at night
His tattered clothes couldn't protect him
From the unforgiving rain the last time it rained at night
It showed no mercy to this poor boy
One morning, she came to meet this poor orphan sleeping in front of her store
She threw him away like a piece of garbage
She calls him witch.
She associated him to the decrease in her daily sales.
Oh poor boy!

But this boy is unrelenting
He knows one day will be his day
He knows his Maker is preparing him
He knows his agony will end someday
Yes! He knows he's going to smile someday
The poor boy knows he will live to tell his story
This poor boy is hopeful
BE LIKE THE POOR BOY