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Friday, 8 April 2016

Prisoner of Poverty

Poem of the day


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 

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