Poverty Speaks

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My home Is a dumpster and I lie by my bat. Afraid to move and disturb the rats. I walk with a shopping cart to transport my goods. I walk through alleys and hoods.I had a bike I stole from a yard. Now mine is stolen and walks are far. I want to be free of my poverty scars.

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