31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 3- A BEGGAR'S BREAD NEED NO BUTTER- by Ola Writes


My bread was never spread with butter
I often swallow it happily
with enough dirty or clean water.

My stomach was never filled with supper
I often swallow it hurriedly
to avoid other beggars.

My meals was never served,
there's nothing called diner.

If there's any, I often gobble it quietly
after all my stomach is already hot with hunger.

If my bread was ever spread with butter
it often taste sour
as a measure to refrain me,
from demanding another.

If My stomach was ever filled with supper
It often worry
and bother me,
it is a temporary happy state,
for my kind of 'Beggar'.

My major meal is cassava
I often eat it wearily
is there anything better? 

As a beggar, I do not request butter
just hand me the bread, so I won't die of hunger.
If butter is added, let it not be the bread that is sour.

As a beggar, I do not need butter.
The bread is enough for this ragging fire.
Enough to kill this Hunger


Ola Writes is someone who describes himself as a learner in the art of spoken word/poetry. An introvert by nature, but often aggressive, he writes about every feeling that comes with emotions, such as LOVE, HATE and REVENGE. He is a Zoology student who loves reading and writing poems/stories. Aside arts, he loves traveling.


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