I come across to what I hate seeing so much
Disgusts me to remember that I thought I wasn’t enough
I think that I need more and more, plenty
But they don’t have much other than others company
Walked outside to the city, new country, poverty
For the first Time my eyes could see openly with
I fear that I’ve lived my life like the Buddha’s early years
Away from deprivation
Away from hardship
Away from the unfortunate
Away from poverty
Giving one a drop of water or a tiny cracker wouldn’t be obliging
Considering the number of them barely surviving
I hope that one day I can give all of the economy an equal chance of success
And maybe get away from seeing this horrible mess.
Rashmika Manu is a 9th grader attending high school this year. She enjoys writing poems, playing volleyball and traveling. She visits India often and has a desire to help the poor and needy when she grows up.