tired of being poor

I am tired of hearing the echoe of my breath from the bread bin At times I hide inside the place in my head this is more than childish fantasy it is a place where I find my tranquility Though its an illusion it keeps me safe from the cruelty of truth My stomach no longer growls from the hunger there isnt enough energy to fight the anger Honestly! I am tired of being poor Growing envious of those who live in luxury At times questioning my puporse in life I cant even afford to dream Nor to believe in a better tomorrow This coat of poverty I've worn for far too long I can no longer pretend that these chains of poverty are ornaments of the struggle I need to break free There is no beauty in this condition The reward of humility no longer satisfies me I am tired of being poor I hate worrying about the cents in my pocket. At times to go to bed without a care in the world