In the heart of the village, 

where the sun kisses the earth, 

there dwells a child whose spirit is as strong as the baobab tree. 

This child, is born into a family touched by poverty's cruel hand,

He longs for the warmth of love and the embrace of belonging but ends up in stigma.

(From afar I watch this child everyday, and everyday I watch I ask myself...

Majesty, what does it feel like to be looked down upon because of your family's financial situation?

How does it affect your sense of self-worth when people make assumptions about you based on where you come from?

Do you feel like you have to hide your background in order to fit in?

How does it feel to be excluded from opportunities because of your socioeconomic status?

Do you feel like you have to work twice as hard as other people to be seen as equal?

I can imagine what the poor boy is passing through, he's there but it seems like he's not.. nobody notices his presence, I wondered if he was invisible)

While the other children dance in the dusty village square and sing songs of joy, 

this child sits on the fringes, watching with eyes filled with longing. 

Oh, how he yearn to join in the laughter and feel the joy that dances in the air.

But in the depths of his being, this child carries the ember of hope.

A hope that refuses to flicker and die. 

With each sunrise, he rise with determination, believing that his hard work and resilience will bring change.

He dream of brighter days, where his laughter mingles with others and his heart feels the warmth of love.

~Ehmjay