Food is a foreign word

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What is poverty you ask?

To a person who has had to sleep on urine stained mattresses,

use newspapers as blankets during the cold weather months,

dig through the trash of food dinners hoping to find just a bite of food to eat,

and pray for rain just so that they can catch enough water in a bucket to try and bathe,

poverty is their slave master who watches them try to be great

...and then just snatches it all always leaving them with nothing but tears and prayers to God for his

mercy.

 

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