Deteriorated belongings, torn shoes, and hand-me downs,
Is what my life revolves around,
At home around my family I feel like I am worth something,
But trying to survive in this unyieldingly demented world that society has painted over,
Makes me feel like I'm nothing.
Poor is all I know, when I come home into a two bedroom apartment
and have to share a bed or sleep on the hard carpet.
Poor is all I know, when I go to school and see all the sophmoric figures enjoying all those expensive activities,
While I sit back feeling profoundly sullen in my vacant proximity.
Poor is all I know, when girls in school brag about their new iphones,
It makes me feel exasperated and disheartend knowing that I have none to own.
Poor is all I know, when the only thing that keeps me stable and keeps my head held high,
Is the work ethic and desperation I put into my high school education,
So that in the future I can live a wealthy life.