Poverty Pulls You
It pulls me too

In a city that shines there is little you call mine.
Poverty pulls you.
I have seen you hungry not clean and smelling foul forced to be a night owl. I could meet some of your needs but the feeling of being a neglected child could not be reconciled.
Poverty pulls you.
Missing school in transition without clothes after an eviction that came abruptly without prediction, but I know weeks ago — the adults knew
Poverty pulls you.
Guns and drugs decorate the home like fake flowers and polished chrome. Addiction and fetal alcohol syndrome all on display in an almost natural way.
Poverty pulls you.
Your house arrest put to the test called to defend your mom against her “friend” your freedom again came to an end.
Poverty pulls you.
I didn’t expect the call from a judge to a teacher. There should have been a town hall. Where is the mother the father or the preacher?
Poverty pulls you.
You’ve had windows to escape and try to make more of your life. You’ve had opportunities to calm the strife, but your realities have cut you down like a knife.
Poverty pulls you.
It pulls me too…through you.
Thanks for reading.






