Poor Engineer Poem by Khaoula Basty

My father was a poor man, but strong.

I entered school to study and become an engineer.

I always thought my teachers would encourage me.

I always thought my friends would love me,

Unfortunately,

I was poor, my friends were rich

My teachers encouraged the rich students.

Should I ask them to encourage me because we are equal

In the name of Humanity?

Should I ask them to love me because I am poor? But

I have a powerful mind.

I thought my school life would be a paradise.

I thought my teachers and friends

Would be my second family, but rich,

Rich with emotions of love, hope, and joy.

I started struggling to be a good, ambitious, and smart student.

I participated in class, I was friendly,

Not only with my teachers, but also with my friends.

I showed and proved to all of them my genius,

So they helped me and encouraged me to get higher marks.

We lived in mutual respect and mutual love.

We are born Human but different,

So let us live equally with our differences and similarities.

Now, I'm an engineer and I do love all of them,

My teachers and my friends.