My Generosity

Picture a young boy born from tragedy

Poorly treated by many loved by few

This took a toll on his self-esteem and

Lead to a psychological crisis

Once he bounced back he yearned to help others

He started at his local soup kitchen

But that wasn't enough

He also worked at his equine center

But that wasn't enough

He then established his own charity

And yet that doesn't feel like enough

My flawless aspect is my charity

I want to help those in their time of need

From poverty to disabilities

I want to be there for those who need it

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