hello poverty
my old friend
I knew you’d find me again
but you can’t touch me this time
I am no longer helpless and without help
I will find ways to sustain us when things get low
I will face challenges with peace and love
I am learning that God and the Universe will help
take care of all our needs
I am learning that sometimes our wants might have to wait
but God and the Universe might help us figure that out too.
I don’t feel so alone anymore.
That’s the thing about poverty.
You don’t talk about it
except when you’re being interviewed
to show you deserve help.
It sets you apart
It keeps you alone.
—Lana Phillips
© 2015, poem, Lana Phillips, All rights reserved
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A nice allusion to The Sounds of Silence to add depth to the poem, and such defiant hope in your message. Thank you.
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