Poverty you see
Upon faces
Upon clothes
Upon belongings
Poverty clings
Can be stinky
They abhor you and
your shabby home
Your utensils they see it unclean
They abhor your food when offered
All in all they see the emaciation in you.
You are just poor humans
Living aside.
But poverty strengthens
_ A blessing in disguise.
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