At times I'm trapped in fantasies
Trying to choose a righteous path
Turning my head,
Instantly I'm blinded
Cars, homes, and money
It hurts to live in poverty
Trying to imagine better
Dreams of a life without struggle
Hoping to turn the page
But being broken down at every turn
Being hated just for being me
Pushed down when trying to climb the ladder
Making decisions to provide for myself or my child
Buying food at the dollar store
Trying scrape up gas money
People look without compassion
Despite what they see
They slam doors in my face
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