Prisoner of Poverty

Poem of the day

03/04/2016

Prisoner of Poverty

Do good, they say...
Be an outstanding citizen,they say...
Make good grades, they say...
Graduate, they say...
Go to college, they say...
Well, I did my time!
18 years I gave!
For what? 
I ask...
To put back?
To not prosper ?
To be in debt?
To be in the dark?
To be put on the system as my parents tried to escape me from?
To see my kids suffer?
To be ashamed of G-A-R-C-I-A?
To be out of my own home?
To not have a dollar to my name?
I tried! 
I tried to runaway,
Escape from you,
Dodge in the shadows,
But, you found me!
You slapped me back where you wanted me and not where I belong 
I am now your prisoner....
By Anatonia Garcia