Culture, content, and compassion
Guatemala City: at capacity with trash but full of living treasures
What a hard life they live while we take all for granted
inferno and ignition stewing under the heaps of trash
iPhones and cars wished for every Christmas
No roof, no home, no source of comfort
Blind flashes of anger at the petty, trivial actions of the family
Forever grateful for the little things in life
Isatiable need for material goods
Sticking together through everything, watching over each other
So close, yet so far, competing for everything and appreciating no good deed
Life changed me for the better
Building houses for the treasures of Guatemala City
Giving thanks to God for my family
Holding the Guatemalan child in my arms, wiping off the dirt
Grateful for the roof over my head, crying for those who don't
I am appreciative, in adoration, and aware
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