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Rich indulgences entertain rich feelings
I don't want to spend without sentimental meaning
But I require food, and clothes upon my body
So despite my beliefs, I buy all those things shoddy
Bills, bills, BILLS...
...constantly, incoming.
Money, money, MONEY...
...constantly, outgoing.
Savings, virtually NONE...;
As soon as 'any' money comes in...;
Christ is born this day with Bethlehem's poor.So unassuming, he enters our worldwith shepherds lowly coming to adorethis infant Lord who will freedom herald.
I am from moving boxes scattered, littered on hallway floors
From unpaid utility bills, arguments and slamming doors
I am from tax return Christmas gifts and food stamp Thanksgivings
Haiti
By: Abbey Windham
They carry on
Day after day
The smiles on their faces
As white as pearls from the roaring oceans
Their homes are shambles
Pieces of trash nailed together
Poor ugly little girl
burn your lips with perfume
you mistaked as lipgloss
Poor naive little girl
just because he said
how beautiful you were
you have him the key
to your now
broken
Money is given not earned,
Dumpsters serve as restaurants,
Fountains as bathtubs,
Shoes are their tires,
Makeshift shelters as home,
No family but fellow brethren,
And no dept because most already paid.
The sounds of joy during the holidays The warm climate, nothing like the cold december i know Music bounces from walls to walls Kids laughter laced with nothing but joy They who don't know what a christmas dinner is What christmas presents are or
You do not need a second job
My mother used to say
But ma I’ve got this mouth to feed
And bills I’ve got to pay.
Isn’t one enough for you
To land you on your feet?
I no longer need my mom’s help
Phone bill and food all paid off by myself
Ordering at least three pairs of shoes
My mom now doesn’t have a single clue
What did I say? did I mean it that way? I'm forgetting something tell me please before I start remembering The pain to me is numbing and I didn't mind forgetting but the memories are bringing back the reasons for forgetting even though I sa
Why Money Why
Stop making me cry
Don’t you understand I just want to say goodbye
My emotions are at an all time high
Why Money Why
You’re never there for me when I need you
There are those that stand upon the hill
Getting everything yet lusting still
Then there are those upon the ground
Getting nothing making little sound
Dear mother,
You
were naive, and
young, and
not ready for any
of this.
But you wanted this.
You wanted this, unprepared.
Blinded.
I was handed off,
I’m from a small town,
lonely and lost,
my dysfunctional family,
with a lost hope in humanity,
growing up with so little,
so little to love,
Just have fun
Would have begun
If my worries didn't leave my mind in a blurry
A flurry of bad thoughts
Sad thoughts of me claiming its my fault
I fall and default to ending it all
Nothing smooth
Once upon a time a wolf attended a school
a school that was considered to good for his kind
a school were only rich little pigges could spend time
but the wolf was smart and the school let him in
1. I saw a tomorrow bright and beautiful; where the lion roared and kept quiet for the purrs of the cat to be heard,
And the rich and the poor ate from the same plate,
Land of the free and home of the brave.
We take the world's pitiful and their worst.
Freedom and happiness is all that we crave,
The poor, however, are forever cursed.
Who am I?
Who are you?
What are we?
I love you
and you love me
but we are both trapped in our imminent dreams.
As different as we are
our dreams are one in the same.
I never really understood life
This constant process looking for a drive
Not taking in what was achieved
But looking at the future and old please
I learned that life is a game
Some people more constrained
A'int rattling no coins,
I'm workin', I'm on my way.
Not on display like some toddler,
Gon' make someone proud today.
Dancin' in the fire like a greedy moth,
I'll take the heat, I'll eat the flame,
(Businessman Perspective)
Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest,
I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road.
I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
I am greed, want.She is need, lack.
I am anger and frustration.She is hope, tenacity.
She is yellowamidst the grey that I'm become.
But I am success, money.And she is poverty, dust.
"These strings are heavy
These strings are poor
It's me they steady
As they close the door
I hate these strings
I hurt, it stings
To desert my meaning."
Wandering around the street
Looking for something to eat
Asking for money
But they didn't give any
The cold, polluted air
Sticks on my hair
Nowhere to stay
I don't know what to say
All we own
All we want
We forget
What we got
This stuff
Not worth a penny
It’s all loss
See the reality
You can take my money
Take my stuff
I am,
Broken
Shattered behind how my education
Deprived me of all hope of a normal life
What is normal though?
Normal for me
Is waking up in the middle of the night
Drenched in sweat,
Late at night
sipping coffee
bleary -eyed.
Can't take anymore
of these endless searches.
My computer screen
it dances
it blurs
as I blink.
My life.
Let us go you, and I.
To the land of the free Where freedom sways in the quenched air Or so they say.
As I sit at my computer and think to myself,
how can i make college happen,
i've got no money on my shelf,
change in my pocket is replaced with nothin'.
Everyone tells me my dream school won't accept me,
Come listen to my truest thoughts and my truest feelings. While we are die-hard living there are people that are shining and people that are crying.
My name is Jacob
I dont wear make-up
I am a man
I dont live in a van
I need money
For my honey
I see fog
I need a job
I am special
I like to wrestle
Bill Buxley was the richest man you’d see.
He had stacks and stacks of money.
He bought furs, cars, houses, and clubs,
Tigers, casinos, shoes, and Persian rugs.
But he was a vain man, never willing to share,
Daddy, do you remember when I was young and I'd run to you with all my problems?
You always promised me that you'd do anything to make me happy,
You didn't want to raise your children the way you were raised.
A life full of regret is the wrong attitude
The remorse, the emptiness, the solitude.
Dont crater, don't break
You are made to bend
Just continue to smile, my love to you I send
I just want to thank you for the chance to tell you about who I am and what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m assuming that even if you didn’t ask me, you must have wanted to know who I really am?
My dream job is not too popular, but one that completes me.
To feed the poor, clothe the naked, share some water if need be.
It calls me when I see the homeless.
It calls me when I feel hungry.
We often ignore the poor and the hungry.
Because we never give thanks for what we have.
If we can't appreciate our own things,
How can we help others in need?
The saddest part of it all,
ending it all horribly.
brought down,
Our world will be in ruins
If there isn't anyone,
Sweeping dust in the factory
coughing out pollution casually
making shoes for kids in the west
each hour getting paid ten cents
there is a woman in somalia
each day she faces insomnia
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
They told me to marry rich,to marry "up."But we could make plans to live in cardboard boxes on city streets lined with blankets and flowers.
What if we were lovers?
From the derm to the core?
What if we were the shutters to Hatred’s Lore?
Would we dance with the rays?
Smile at the budding moon?
And hate decay and ruin?
Tears, lies, gossip, and drama
every day in my school...
Rumors start simply because
people think they're "cool".
To stay out of it and avoid it
is what I decide.
I wouldn't want to be responsible
Mom's dream for child
All coming true, but money
The struggle, over.
Poor Kids in Bangladesh
Poor kids in Bangladesh;
sweat, tears, heat, fears.
Poor kids in Bangladesh.
I’m told I will never belong
I speak and act equally as they
I’m told I should go back home
Home? But this is my home
Countless opportunities will be lost
All lost to a nine digit number
I like how you tell me,in so many removed terms,
that I'm falling apart -- as if
I don't know it's wrongto savor the scent of my sweat,
or I'm not awarethat my house is the line
Here and there, the unheard resides
A face so unsual
A face no one can describe
A face, ignored
Abandoned in the cold forest alone
A thunder stops by and turns to the other side
Peeved delivery truck drivers
Honk and beep at each other
Grumbling
About the nightmares of rush hour
Over the harsh babble of cars
Empty beer bottles crack
Dark hair
Frames her angular face
Protruding cheekbones
Paperwhite skin hiding lacy blue veins
Dark eyes
Follow me around the room
Judging me
Looking at me
Wanting to be me
Why is it that
Those of us that can’t afford
A college education
Are punished for trying?
Why is the world saying
Screw you
For trying to get out
And do more than our parents
Grandparents
I was born lucky.
Poor, cold, and hungry.
lucky.
You can't go to college
Lucky.
Your grandmother committed suicide yesterday, Sobbing
Your grandfather doesn't want to know of your existence
We sit on our cotton made, silk lined couches.
We entertain ourselves by watching Hi-Def TV on 62'' flat screen televisions, while eating a hot homemade meal,
Life; funny as it may be; daring as it should
Could not compare to this, or so it would
All problems faced to the majority as a whole
i
scrubbed violently at the grime on my skin
filth dirt stain soot
struggled to cleanse the grease out of my hair
dirty oily unwashed
Open it up, see what it is,
The gift wrapped in a plastic bag.
Dirty hands, uncut nails
tear at that plastic bag.
Agreat smile comes, along with joy.
That child, lonely and homeless,
Harsh and cold
Is the shattered concrete
Click clicking beneath the feet
Of jostled ignorance
Heavily breathing
Pant panting anxiety
Beneath these metal ghosts
I live in Texas weather,
It’s way too hot for us.
We always pray for rain to come,
Then we always fuss.
When it comes I’m unprepared
And don’t know what to do…
I’m undecided what to wear,
They say the world revolves around money.
I think that you don't need money to be happy,
but in order to be happy you have to be set financially.
The world is too cruel to those who have nothing,
You bloom in the fire,
you flourish in the sand,
You bring your village hope,
and give them strength to stand.
When all is gone,
and you stand alone,
You shine as a symbol,
The Dream
Find it easy to get what you want
Look there kids running away with apples that they just took away
Does it seem as if people care
There is no greater felon, than that of the innocent bystander:
He who sees...
Does no wrong.
Does no good.
The person who witnesses pain and suffering and,
i take a trip to the beach at nightlet the sand pinch my toes and when the wind blows i get criticized for low eyes,
We sit idle upon our thrones, taking
in our wretched domain. It's humor-
ous how they scurry about as if it
mattered, running faster and fast-
er, pain and anguish and rust.
How comical.
Just Listen…
Just listen to the words I have to say ‘cause it just might make a difference to you and me
The darker corner of Memphis, TN
Where prostitutes take their positions among a sea
Of honest workers and school kids waiting early on the MATA
Just to repeat the process at 3 in the after-
Cut me open
Lay me bare
My beating heart I give to you
Beneath these lights
On this stage
I flay myself before you
Nothing is held back
Nothing will be left
In this small time
It feels cold here without you...
Its funny how much a hug can do.
Arms filled with warmth that surround you...
However your hugs were more than a comfort...
You not only handed me your heart
I used to meet you in the park.
You had pride- you said.
"This is only temporary.
I'm looking for a job,
Not living on welfare."
A bunch of scrambled words vomited it upon a page
Gleaming with a contrast of feelings and opinion
Some may relate to it some may not
It could be about love or life or an activist though
That one feast during that one time of the year
That one moment when calories don't matter, we have no fear
Across that one big table we can barely see
Through that one turkey big enough for the entire family
You’re at a red light and a homeless man approaches you
And you act like you have nothing when you’re sitting in your BMW
School is out of my budget
But the rich love it
The poor hate it
Because I can't make it
The rich laugh at my struggle
While the poor support my hustle
I live within my means
Is this what life is?
Only the known ones
Only the pure ones
Can make it anywhere
Only the divine ones
Only the heavenly beings
Are carried on feathery wings
To the heights of riches
Life is hard
When you're broke
I have no credit card
I feel like a joke
I have no money
But I want to go to school
It's really not funny
It's really not cool
I need this Power Poetry grant
Beating to the core
Towards a betrayed Soul
Being pushed out into a sea
Of blood and grief
And yet no one shows empathy to those Who inhale these deadly blows
man you KNOW that ain’t your house on mtv cribs.
I bet you don't even watch mtv.
You and your girl each got like 3 kids,
and both ya’ll together made less than 3 hits.
His skin looks old, brown, and wrinkled; scarred by the Mexican Sun;
His wrinkles are a chronicle of his life-long Wisdom.
His hands are rough to the touch; toughened by years of toil on the Fields;
History the past
When did they invent the cash?
That would stimulate economies
And create a large gap
In between the lines
You cant read like "Between the Lions"
You cant read the fine print
As so many others before me,
I dream of a day where there will be no more debris
Debris of the lost and lonely
Debris of the poor and homely
Debris of the beat and anguished
Debris of the alone and languished
who are we to judge? why must we all be the same?
i am making the claim that we are all different!
live and let live
stop judging and start giving
give your time.
give an ear.
Going to college has never been a matter of whether or not I'm going.
It's a matter of where and why.
But now I'm going to end up owing,
More than my family has got kept,
All the money spent just getting by.
“ Mother im bored”
“go play a game”
“ I have played them all”
“ go watch tv”
“ I have watched it all”
“ go read a book”
“ I have read them all”
“Go to the store”
“ I have bought it all”
