Poverty
You see poverty is a mindset,
Of failure to see progress and opportunity.
Mind shaking
Heart racing
Everything’s constantly breaking
Your making your best effort,
Yet no one seems to know where we are going or how to stop this train of bad habits.
Their multiplicity confining
Our fight resigning
And we stand rewinding our days and weeks and years,
You say dry your tears
But each droplet stains our fears on our faces.
Life is a mess and it’s this mindset that keeps it that way.
We say stay away but our souls screaming inside,
We say not today but that’s the excuse we made yesterday.
Constantly caught in a desperate need that is never acknowledged
and in turn never met,
Because heaven forbid we don’t pull our own weight and burden somebody.
Regret plagues the days,
Forget is the remedy we crave,
Yet neither seems to be enough.
Enough.
Enough.
Enough.
We wonder why addictions plague the poor,
Well maybe we need to start seeing them with report.
It’s not just enough to make projects to house projects that no one can see as people.
Our society draws lines
Confines,
Designs our minds to think a certain way buts it’s all constructed
Destructive to love and unity.
We all on the same team.
Maybe it’s time to start playing the game that way.
You see your mind is constructed for success,
While mine was patterned by poverty.
Yet maybe they are just two sides of a coin.
With something to learn and even more to teach.
With something to teach and even more to learn.