When I was younger I use to write poetry. Awhile back I started again, but just kept them in a box.
So this week, I will try something new and share a poem that deals with poverty.
A legacy of Poverty…
Can’t nobody be Rich… Wait No, can’t I be Rich?!?!
Sh*t the money and the problems seem to hit like a tidal wave… one minute I can pay bills, greet the morning with glee, oh but once again there comes Mr. Jackal to turn misfortune around on me!!!
How does he sneak back so quickly… Taking once again everything from me? Each time a little bit more than before!
I’ve never been in a poor house! They told me to work for the freedom to make choices that suit me.
… But what are the choices I keep stumbling over and over like a Jacka** refusing to walk another path.. Hitting the same stone, which gets exposed even more with every erosion of years gone by!
Foolish foolish, this has gone on way too long… But has it?
Maybe come a new year, just maybe this time I leave the path that keeps causing the pain… Do I dear leave all I have ever known to start all over again?
Amazing how I will erode my legacy, one that creates only poor lasting memories… My biggest fear, to be thrown in a hole and forgotten as no tombstone lies marking my existence… Not even to say, “She Lived, Struggled and Died!”
My legacy to the next generation… Only a path that has kept Us POOR!
Written by: Edwina Delamore