Dear Poverty,
As I pen down these words,
it's not lost on me
that you have become an uninvited guest
in the lives of many
Your grip extends
far beyond financial constraints
painfully taking from lives
things you didn't bring
Your relentless presence
leaves individuals battling
with stress, anxiety
and a sense of hopelessness
The struggle to meet basic needs
casts a dark shadow
on the pursuit of happiness
and contentment
It's disheartening to witness
how you hinder the ability to enjoy life's simple pleasures
as every day becomes a battle for survival
rather than an exploration, one would likely treasure
Today, I saw a beautiful notebook
I imagined all I could
accomplish with it
from writing with a pen that reeks of perfection
To using stickers for decoration
every single spot would have a cover
but the price
was out of my purse
The more I reflect
I realize it's not just about moaning your presence
But taking a stand against
the injustices you perpetuate
Let this be a call to action
a plea for change
it's time to collectively
rewrite the narrative
To build a world where
financial constraints
don't rob individuals of
their dreams and well-being
So I'm asking you kindly
to leave our lives
to go so far that even history
doesn’t remember who you are
I don't want to write you another letter
reminding you of all the lives you've hindered
desperately pleading, wishing that
you'll finally give up
So goodbye
here’s my last letter
to you
as it is also the first.
Sincerely,
Maima