Poverty at Heart

Wed, 12/04/2013 - 13:55 -- Kelsea

Low income, shabby, hurting for money, waiting for the rain to stop for it to be sunny. Watching everyone brag from what they have, when there are others that had to give what they have- had. Walking around school there are many who joke and tease, they don't know what is going on with their families. Beaten, bruised, no money to go anywhere, wishing there was an angel to take them away, going in and out of reality to see their own dragon to slay. Using many different things to take their mind off things, hearing that deafening sound "pings". "Take me away from all this hurt and pain," is all said and done but there are still many things to gain. Nonsense going through there mind, not knowing what to do, while they're in a bind. I want to solve this for them, branching out, comeing back to one little stem.

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