Mallory Martin

Rookie (Texas)

Poverty - Poem by Mallory Martin

Poverty looks like
bare feet; skin and bones
a silent sob, and one too many loans.

Poverty looks like
cupped hands; nickels and dimes
a stifled shiver; and multiple fines.

Poverty looks like
sadness, whimpers and tears
a quiet escape; because we let it become
too late.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 1, 2011



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