Akinboyewa Ayoola
With pocket full of dreams
And a rusty hand of brass
I wanted a life of gold
A consolation for my predicament
An evidence of hard labour
Little did I know life is a rent
I got what I could afford
A sentence to the cozy swine
Moist with splendor and dungs
And a deteriorating hand of shame
Poverty bulked around my neck like a tie
As I settle for more dirt than crumbles
I could still afford my dreams
The only thing sweeter than dirt
Homeless not hopeless was a poem I read
Education isn’t gold after all
All it gave was hope
One I couldn’t reconcile with…
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