anti poverty poem
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Hill homes and cars and a place in front,
we run a race I lost at birth
with house wheels and buses.
I cross the line
to stand in dingy dark, cast by prestige.
Sleep has become the most delicious donut
Dangling in front of the treadmill
Like the meal
I was reluctant to eat
Could've saved that dollar for yet another bill
Like rats
They just keep coming
the children are sleeping.
society decides,
“It is convenient for us to
destroy dreams.
In the darkest lairs comes raging tears
when summer shines and winter snows.
The tales of blood and the splash of guts
to tell of our homely woes.
When death will stalk and hunger hugs
and gives a warmly moan.
Once upon a plastic heel
I grew up in the slums ain't no glass slipper real
running out of the club because the cops showed up
Mr. Prince Charming yelling, "you left your cup"
my cup of what? Sure wasn't my dignity
Your hands are opened wide with a desperate look in your eyes
Peering through the lens of your soul I can see
Once a proud man who saught the american dream
But now you hide
"America the Beautiful"
We sing with pride
Yet we are blind
To our own dark side
People are starving for hope
Starving for a scrap of food
While the rich step on their backs
The paper crinkled between my fingers.
The lost valuable trash that had fluttered up at me
flapped in the crisp, biting breeze.
The dull, familiar color of green is what I recognized first.
