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I had a dream as well and it inspired me to write this poem. This is also based on actual events. I am not rich, just making it the best way I know how with my baby.
My dream was about a family struggling to survive, they in tears and you can see the pain in their eyes. Very emotional dream. I was like watching it, like an Angel watching in pain. They were under a overhead thing crying, under the dark rain. They had nothing...
What i mean by actual events is that I am struggling trying to make a way, I once had no car, living in a HUD Program paying low housing because I didn't have any money coming in. I had to go to the food pantry to get some food for the place even. When I was in line, they only can accept but so many people at a time, I can remember it was labor day weekend. This family 2 adults and two kids was turned away, because they weren't the 8th person in line. That family stays on my mind a lot, wonder how they are doing, if they are making it or still trying to survive. I met them 2 years ago, and still I think about them.
It brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it. The dream I had a week ago, and still be thinking about the people in my dream. It is no joke now. The welfare may or may not help you. It seems like they never lived this life, or maybe they have, but came up and forgot and got arrogant thinking and believing they are better then the poor. I now have a car and roof over my head, but that was straight out of not giving up, I barely can afford to pay the rent, but have to hustle so my baby don't become homeless. I have to hit up rent assistance, and they only help you if they believe they have enough to give. That's enough talk leave a comment please.
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