Thursday, July 11, 2013

Poor Living

A slave to the dollar
Bills are due
Money fly birds
It hurts being poor
Watching other obtain 
While carrying their bags
Washing their cars
Hoping for their scraps
Feeling like a dog
Eceryday coming home dirty
Working below my education 
Cleaning toilets
Sweeping floors
Holding back tears

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