Promises..Promises.. Poem by Miss Tee

tired of being alone in this world we call home
busy, crazy life that never stops moving, grooving all the time
we talk about the money, the rich and beauty
never about the uglyness, the misery and struggle for survival

i see the men on the streets, begging for a penny
the women strugglin out of their clothes to pay the rent and bills
ever thought of the children hungry, guns in hand with no one to care

if i was just born, nude with no complexes
would i want to stay if i had a clue re: the state of this life?
when will the world change and become the paradise we aim for...
ha! never mind these thoughts - its poor, foolish expression of unfounded dreams