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Poverty's QueenShe would change her life if she could, no one seems to understand. Her dream slipped through her hand, like the sand. She will never rise to reach her star, She cries inside, Alone in poverty's war, No knight by her side, She has only been given brass rings, She will never find her lost dreams, She is one of poverty's queens. She's put down, Before she can get up, No one understands, when you stay down on your luck, Fate dealt her a hand, that doesn't seem fair, Sometime she wonders does God hear her prayer, She will never find her lost dreams, She's one of poverty's queens. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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