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For all the poor kidz


I sometimes forget I'm a poor kid

and when I remember I get angry 

I get angry at the people who decided that being poor meant 

you're less

I get angry that no matter how hard my parents work

they never get paid enough

I get angry that sometimes im still embarrassed

to bring someone over.

I don't live in a nice house like all the other kids

and I don't really care anymore.

I don't have much money but I have more than some could dream of

I am beyond blessed. 

This is for all the poor people who have less money and more love

This is for all us poor kidz who know what it means to really be rich

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