By Idowu Tayseerah
Jack of all trades,
Master of survival,
In this world, there’s no rival,
Wake up and hustle with every fibre.
Unlike Jezebel and Delilah,
Who would call a hustler a liar?
Up at dawn, searching for ways of survival.
Caterer needed? I’m here,
Vacancy nearby? I’m there,
I can do anything? Yes, I dare,
If it’s to survive? Yes, i care.
I’m a chameleon? I agree,
I’m a lowlife? I disagree,
Different day, different job and uniform,
Against your insults, I’m as strong as a tree.
You open your mouths,
but nothing you have given me for free,
I’m a hustler to a tee,
I can proudly say,
my jobs are more than three,
And I’ll excel and survive,
in more ways than you could see.
I’m a bee, i agree,
It’s who I am, it’s me,
I rest but you can’t see,
I know everything comes at a fee,
And from poverty, I must flee.
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