A precious child, a treasured find,
Especially to parents, with only one on their mind.
An only daughter, spoiled with love and wealth,
Others stare with envy and jealousy
Parents raise her with tender care,
But inflexible, she can't survive without them there.
They regret their ways, leave her to face,
The world's harsh realities, a lonely space.
She runs back crying, but finds them unwell,
No longer dependent, but lost in life's spell.
Jealous eyes now pity her ,
Yet, some care for her, but not like her parents' light.
The spoiled girl suffers, learns to be strong,
Independent, and moves along.
Her parents smile, a proud gentle gaze,
The girl, once unhappy, now finds happiness in her ways.
Their love and wealth couldn't bring her cheer,
But their smile, and her sucess now, brings her cheer.
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Hurts of Privilege
Poetry"Every rose has its thorns; every privilege has its own hurts." Once overcome, it hurt no more
