Hi guys this is Poetry with Rima and I'm about to recite a poem titled The Poppa's monologue enjoy Oh Lord I stand by this ocean bank and stare into the vast nothingness that surrounds me hoping that when I call you'll answer and as I cry you'll respond that as I speak you'll listen and as I ask you give eager waves lap at my ankles tongs which with salt and the sinking sands pull at my feet urging me to take one most step promising to end it all to drown my pains in a sea of frozen water I watch with my family this morning as the sun rose in all its blending glory hoping that by evening would be telling a different story but now the sun sets yet again on my people and this space the chain that binds us our tongues are blunt now sharpened by the depletion of hope in our hearts patched through its bleed we hunger for what we cannot see we hunger that wealth eludes us we angle to have our seats at the table I was born with the world of my fragile shoulders and every day I stare at my own face in mother's broken mirror it is gone to the sunken eyes and hollow checks that defy everything that my names mean I am O Lola Day the wealthy one has come Olamy Day my wealth has arrived O las uncomy wealth shifts closer to me ecu daio tears have become joy these are the multitude of names given to me at birth and brimming hopes that someday I O Lola would free us from the grasps of crippling poverty that threatens to crush us steel I have failed we toil by day and drink us wet we pray by night and gopati as but how long can the peoples hope last when their toes refuse to yield fruits help us lord let our backs break for not help us lord let our struggles be not in vain