I am…
The pandemic
in society that has shaped families since the beginning of time.
Where once
it has been established…it seems to span generations
Seeping
through the course of the veins within the blueprint of a household
like a Cancer
Where
families hope and pray about when and where they will get their next meal
Meager
rations that have to be divvied up amongst 5,
but only
enough was made for 2,
guaranteeing
that you will go to bed hungry.
Where mom is
always the last to eat because she needs to make sure
that her precious
pearls eat before feeding herself
More sadder
days than Saturdays
Where being
selfish doesn’t come into play,
because
there is barely anything for self
Meanwhile,
mothers try to make sure that their child’s pants are sewn,
because that
is his only pair
And fathers
have to crazy glue his child’s sneakers together,
because he
must wear them until his last wear
A true
testament of started from the bottom,
but the
bottom has no boundaries
I am…
the
quintessential anecdote that keeps families together ,
as struggle
has a weird way of uniting the souls of the needy…and I have seen it all
I’ve seen it
all…
I've seen
what I can do to others
I have seen
my efforts singlehandedly cause those to engage in activities
that they normally wouldn’t do all to make an
honest buck
And
honestly, those that chose to make a dishonest buck
already has
allowed me to course through their veins
… so my job
there is done
I have seen
the figurative boats of those trying to make it across the river of despair
sink before
they reach the island success
While seeing
those that have “made it”,
become castaways
because they do not not realize what they have,
which causes
them to throw it all away….
although I
enjoy it, it is sad that they don’t realize that
they were
already blessed
I…am poverty
an urgent
unmet need for more goods,
in order to
establish a sense of belonging, or self-worth.
That over
time creates a mindset,
and certain
beliefs about self and the world
that limits
perceptions, choices, motivations, and behaviors
in ways that
tend to perpetuate the condition.
And the
scary thing about me is that I can affect you in many ways
Allowing you
to still believe you are under impoverished conditions…
Weakening
your inner fibers
And I will
not stop working until you…or the cycle…is
broken…whichever
comes first
and 99% of the time it is the former that
occurs
One may
ask…how does one break me…
how to break
this vicious cycle of poverty?
It starts with realizing that I am not real
but rather a mindset,
that keeps your
mind set on what should be and not on what is
You must
keep me at such a distance so that I am only a figment of your imagination
Maintaining
your foundation,
while doing
whatever you want once you abandon the belief that you cant
And it all
stems from your inner circle…
yourself
breeds like bodies…
and if your
mindset is one that is impoverished…
then that’s
what you will attract
Again I am a
mind state
I get into
your mind to alter its state and space and make your body ache
I continue
to make you believe that you will never reach the pinnacle of what it
means to be
“rich”
But “rich”…
is not
defined by the material items that you possess
Not a car,
house, jewel or commas in your bank account
can define
the richness of your soul,
because it
is ironic that as the rise of green occurs in your pocket,
so does the
thoughts of the other side
So although
your options may seem bleak
And your
heart and mind continue to remain weak
Realize that
even those that are rich…
are still
impoverished in the mind because
money is not
a moral compass
Your life’s
situation isn’t your lifestyle
And although
it is your current state in life,
understand
that it is not a way of life…unless you allow it to become one
The
generational cycle of my work will diminish
once the
thoughts of material items to satiate your hunger to show the world that you
have made it has subsided..
Because
then…and only then…
will I fade
to black…
and you…
can live
life in harmonious melody
and you…
will truly
and finally understand what it means to
become rich…
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