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Eye of poverty.


Abnormal, poor, weird words I hear daily Growing up poor wasn’t a choice; wishing it was a choice Each day I struggle looking over my should, hearing them laugh, Avoiding the landlord, rents overdue. Got parents who don’t deserve to be call that. Can take care of themselves , wonder why they had 4 kids. Washing dishes, throwing out trash, my way to make money. Next morning my father stole my cash. Working sunrise to sunset, have it all taken away by my parents.
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slumchildbk
this is what i live each day hopfully i can turn something negative to something positive.I hope this poem could win me a scholarship.

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