Poverty
When dreams are lost, can hope remain?
Poverty
Poverty has taken my Life from me
The dreams that Had me enraptured for ages
The dreams that kept me going, a family, a home
Poverty has taken my Dreams and turned them into ash
I worked, I got injured, I lost
I can’t finish school for poverty has taken that from me Too
My home is broken, those were my arms that I Promised my child...Would always be safe
My heart is torn apart from Loves that have taken more than I had to give
My body is Lost to an aging disease that should not have gotten me yet
Poverty takes so much Spirit from me
Broken I sigh and no luck
Each New day I continue to breathe
There is still Hope inside of me
Poverty has taken my Life
Left just a shell, a being that Exists for unknown reasons
But one small piece is still Alive inside
That small piece that knows how to Survive
Poverty
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jessica young
Never know what one is to say about themselves. I am here to let out some thoughts. I am getting older with each breath. I use to love "things"..I hope I can find that again.
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