I live in the urban area of kansas city which most people know it as a place of poverty not realizing that sure we might suffer from hunger but to be more exact we suffer for eduction. Walking up each day with a dream that your professor made seem like its a giving to recieve a college education not knowing reality your eyes see when you step a foot back at home. A single mother of four crying at the dinning room table beacuse we dont have enough money to pay the bills or have not food in the refrigerator. Thsn after you see that have to go to work pretending like your a happy brick wall that no bulldozer can brake. I and many more where not born with a siliver spoon in our mouth but doesnt mean we stop dreaming. Everyday is a different battle but lord know that my mother is my back bone and without her i would be hungry for food not for an education.