Beauty of a Man

Packed along with the wretched lot
I should stop being mad at my class
I would order an Uber if I could afford one
Don't think I will ever appreciate my haves

Sitting amongst girls of my Calibre
Riddled with schemes of bigger dreams
They see me as less
I know because their eyes betray them

Though our parents shared the same neighbourhood
I sense their certainty of expensive tombstones
They won't die here, not with such beauty
The beauty of a man is in the money that never comes by

@the_vyrus