rich man spoils d city...poor man TRIED to spoil d town

as a lil girl, growing up was long n tiring 4 me.. having to carry dis baggage of sadness, anger n defence 4 myself was never easy..
i never knew d feeling of having sum1 dat i could call 'daddy'.
d 'father figure' i had was gone after 4 years...4 short years...4 years of happiness of hafing a complete family..
noor hussein bin syed alam.........WAS my daddy..
rich n intelligent but sadly humility was never in his dictionary.
family members recognised us...as we had a luxurious place to accomodate em.
grandparents adore me.n suddenly d woman who stood by me 4 d past 20 years whom i m proud to call mum became d favourite person.
Unfortunately or rather FORTUNATELY 4 us, d 4 short years past. Gone were d daes when family came to our luxurious house to stay. cus thers d house was not ther anymore..
noor hussein n mama..separated.
mama had decided to take custody of me..
life wasnt easy....more to suffering.
i did not recognise the wonders of having good proper food..or sinking myself into toys.
no..all that did not exist.MILK was not my drink as a child.. everytime i begged mama 4 sumting, she would show her her purse onli to see its empty...
family members??haha mama n i were kicked out by her d woman she calls younger sister...
she wanted privacy in her house..n we were somewhat a hindrance...

i was outcasted in family gatherings, i was d deviL, that poor lil gerl who cant speak no proper english..
every time sumones did sumthing wrong, guess who got d blame??damn rite. i, beevi nurjahan got d blame.mama got d bad name.n it was tough on her...oready in dat state n sumhow all d blames i got made it worse. each time
i got whacked so hard each time dat being naughty n playful became so scary..it was really scary.2nd sister was spared as she was taken care by grandma since young so she was part of them..
grandma chased eldest sis out cus mama could not provided sufficient money. life was bitter.

it was until secondary school dat i realised i had enough. i not scared or i should say intimidated by these rich people. yeast i wasnt half as smart as them. but surely i deserve more respect than that...
i started developing the 'whatever' attitude towards em.. so they don wana tok to me cus im stoopid,not cool n stay in a small container like house which i call home..yeah2 watever!!!
hari raya was just another routin of faking family gatherings n showing how much we love our families..
it was tiring. i wana jus go far far away from em... their common topic would be which cousins of mine married a lawyer, whos earning 4k a month n who got good grades...
same old same old...
i was never d talk 4 the good n clever people.. damn rite i dun belong to dat catogary..
so every1 else is dating a caucasian...or sum tycoon's son ...
when i got my driving licence, sum were not pleased..said mum's spoiling me, spending too much money on me...when i got to shatec...haha guess what they said they same thing..
well guess what, i decided to b different again!!! im dating a MALAY!!!!!
a freaking malay guy who adores me....haha mwakZ!
n when i do sumthing wild...they would 'flatter' me again, making me d hot topic of d day...
not realising that their kids r doin d same thing...what the hell!!!

so i dun care if u r marrying d president's son...or earning like 10k a month...
so dun cum bragging ait...

poor people like me n mama probably dun deserve to even talk to rich, clever people...
tank u mama, 4 everyting dat u gave me...u showered me with love n knowledge...
long gone were d daes when i yearn to haf sum1 to call daddy..i dun care n i dun wan to anymore..mama has brought me up to b stronmg n now i stick by to dis saying ' what doesnt kill me, makes me stronger'.

rich man spoils d city, poor man cant even spoil d town....
my life, my choice.i control!!!