I’m from an impoverished land
Where people understand what impoverished meant
Where impoverished speak
A language only the impoverished speak
So impoverished that poverty is the norm
Comformity is a form
Living day to day
With nothing to hang onto
No one to look upto
Impoverishness drips like rain
And it hurt when it rains
Being impoverished is like being
Behind bars with no way to get out
Your every moves is monitored
Your views do not count
You are seeing and not heard