Do not insult the person until

Some words

Doesn't make anyone cry right away.

But it makes someone

Remember the whole life

When I was only ten years old,

Our home until

Until there is nothing to show off the world

Parents don't have a car.

There's no pretty house.

No money collected.

It's just a small grain of rice.

That people call "grits."

With a little dignity.

That parents are trying to keep.

Let children not feel lower than others.

I'm wearing old clothes.

But clean.

Because of poverty

Never an excuse.

Let us insult ourselves.

One day.

One adult generation of women

There's everything I don't have.

He looks at rice in our house.

And say it.

Like a little thing.

"Even if I starve to death,

I don't eat substances like this. "

I'm not crying.

Not arguing.

Don't say anything.

Because then,

I was too young.

And too poor.

Will have the right to protect their own lives.

But that speech

Never gone anywhere

It's with me.

On every hungry day

On every shy day

And every day that promises itself

Won't stand low

Let anyone say this again

Many years have passed.

I'm still here.

Not starved to death

As the words used to stretch

And today,

People who used to say

Come back to me.

With a polite tone.

And a request.

About the money.

For the future of their children.

He forgot.

Who used to insult anyone's life

But my life

Remember every word

I'm listening.

Without reclaiming the past.

Don't ask for an apology

Because of something.

It doesn't have to be said.

It's clear.

I have a ready today.

Home

Car

Money.

Work

And a self-made life.

From rice that someone

Said, "Never eat."

This post is not written to satisfy

Just write a reminder that

Don't insult anyone's poverty.

Because one day,

You might have to stand in front of him.

With a lower heart.

My own words that day