Poverty

Fri, 04/28/2017 - 21:40 -- achley

Poverty leaving Americans in the street 

Causing single mothers to be targets to hit 

I admit, the one income life is not a easy life or pretty view 

But imagine not even wearing shoes 

 

Cold air consuming her lungs as her young run for shelter 

And people decide she's not worth it and pelt her 

But imagine the cold floor under her feet as people repel her 

All for not having enough money to keep her and her family in a home 

 

Yet she cries at night 

Cries for help 

But no one saves her they just stare 

We declare that poverty is consuming, but no one lends a hand to help 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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