Some people are born with silver spoons in their mouths,
favored by God, sliding through life like jelly on a plate.
They have never tasted hunger,
never worried about paying tuition,
or felt the mind-numbing grind of counting the last few coins.
They glide through the world without knowing the panic
of holding an empty wallet,
or the ache of standing in the endless lines for trains and buses
just to survive another day.

But then, there’s us—
the ones life forgot to cradle,
the ones who were handed stones instead of stars.
We fight for the simplest things,
bleeding and sweating through every hour,
No safety net, just bare hands and raw will.
No luxury of weakness, only the weight of others’ hopes
resting on shoulders that can’t...