The stage was glowing under the lights, and the audience waited eagerly for the next act. From behind the curtains, a boy walked out—wearing worn-out clothes, scuffed shoes, and eyes that carried more hope than he ever had money.
He stood at the center of the stage and spoke:
“I don’t have much. No instruments, no fancy costume… but I have a voice, and I have a story.”
He began to perform a spoken-word poem, filled with raw emotion. It told of sleeping on the streets, of hunger, of watching the world from the outside—but also of dreams that refused to die, of believing in something better.
Then—thunderous applause. The entire audience stood, many with tears in their eyes. Even the judges looked moved, one of them visibly wiping their face.
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