Poverty
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
