As a kid..I never understood the matters of life, never thought breathing took oxygen, never thought growing up took a fight. I thought the city I lived in was the world, I never cared or been aware being that littler girl until it hit me..I appreciate because I live in wealth other then living in poverty, but wealth vs poverty are both hell just think of it properly..I'm caught in the heart of this deceiving world with temptations to hard to bare, we care for lust and things like hair, but the poor show true love with the things they share..there's more to the world then just being their, war and freedom, feeling scared, there's more to living then money and air, it's all despair with the things we dare.

Written By Esra Chebli