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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