Thorn Bushes Of Poverty
I need to claw through the poverty
My family needs the money
I know the reality
And I know I want to help
But I thought
Work was fair and just
But all it lead
Was to the hidden bed
Behind the factory
My wages were minimal
Was that an invitation
To my body
My body is not for sale
Yet it’s stolen by authority
I need the money
For food for a livelihood
At the cost of my body?
But what is the alternative
I cry in silence
And take the pain
In hopes of changing the reality
That my family has lost to poverty
We need to support
The other girls and I
We are being stripped of choices
In a land so democratic
Be our voices
Feel our Pain
For from inside the void
We cannot hear ourselves scream
Nandhitha Babuji is a 17-year-old aspiring poet from Tamil Nadu, passionate about using her words to show solidarity against children’s issues.
