Poverty Grown

Gun shots, sirens, men yelling, women screaming and fighting is not all poverty grown.
Small bellies aches from no food to eat, praying for a blessing living in the backseat of a car. People have passed by and stared yet, no one really acknowledge or no one really care.

Inside a neighborhood projects apartment, children live a life of surviving against the conniving. Misunderstood because they come from a bad neighborhood, growing up past childhood to their adulthood. No justice or peace when they don’t live with electricity, food, or normalcy. Many people passed by and stared yet, no one really acknowledge or no one really care.

A little baby boy days old, wrapped in a blanket crying outside of doors not knowing his world before thrown into a foster system, society’s systems try to assist him until he gets to old. No money, or guidance he tries to get a job but is robbed by the many people who passed by and stared yet, no one really acknowledge or no one really care.

Gun shots, sirens, men yelling, women screaming and fighting is not all poverty grown yet, people passed by and stared still lacking what is known… which is to care.

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