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What is poverty to me… Its my daily reality… Stomach empty like the heart spots… Of the haves who take from the have nots… Consistently before the sun drops… Greed is their anthem nonstop… Drinking water to curve the pain… The pain that paints the painful stain… Of the grumbles and growls… While the greedy scowls… Taking the very food from my mouth… In their greed they’re devout… Where do I go now… The rich trying to take me down… Work my ass off… So they can rip my cash off… Suck me dry and blast off… Strip me down and cast off… I’m heated now… Feeling defeated now… There’s no fight for the poor… We’re standing outside of heaven’s door… Knock knock knock on wood… Dammit I’m hungry and misunderstood…  Eating the dust of their shoes… Oppressed by all their rules… Most days are filled with anger… While I’m repeatedly taken through the ringer… I am an unspoken singer singing for my supper… Continuously stretched like rubber… Dare I utter a plea for help… Then I feel the belt… Tongue thrashing… Character trashing… All for asking for money… Hated in this poverty…  I was born in… No fault of my own sworn in… Like a fish out of water… Dying as life gets harder…

Poverty