we struggle each and every day

we get upset


even cry in our very own bed

Struggle is like being a mighty lion

with nothing to eat

You are so worthy

so capable

yet you sit under a tree 

starving, panting, moaning

You must think to yourself

I am a lion

I am hungry

I am a king

This is no time for struggle

This is a time for success

This poem is about: 
Our world


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