Lucky

We are truly lucky,
to have been born into our families,
with enough money to go to school,
But what about those who weren't,
those living without an education,
missing school so that they can work,
being forced to live a life they didn't choose.

We are truly lucky,
to be from where we are from,
places of comfort and luxury,
But what about those who weren't,
those living in poverty,
begging on the streets since day one,
being forced to live a life they didn't choose.

We are truly lucky,
to have been born into our families,
where we all love each other.
But what about those who weren't,
those living in hatred,
getting beaten by their parents,
being forced to live a life they didn't choose.

We are truly lucky,
to be from where we are from,
places with stable governments,
But what about those who weren't,
those living in fear,
terrorized by army officers,
being forced to live a life they didn't choose.  

We are truly lucky,
to have been given the lives we have.
We started school before the age of six,
and continued on into our twenties.
We live in comfortable homes,
with much more space than we need.
We get along with our parents,
and don't get scared when our fathers walk through the door.
We walk down the streets,
without having to hide from officers or policemen.

We are the lucky ones,
we are living a life that we got to choose,
and those who are not,
well, maybe they will find a way out.
Maybe they will escape their families,
before being forced to marry a man twice their age.
Maybe they will flee their country,
before the government does unthinkable things.
Maybe they will get a scholarship,
and go from rags to riches.
Maybe they will get taken into a shelter,
and stop begging on the streets.

Maya