Maybe this beaten down trailer is exactly what I need

To make my dreams come true" she argues under her
Over intoxicated breath; of course, who wins win you`re

Laden with excuses, arguing with yourself?

Best lines in this poem. When you grow up in poverty, two things will happen. Either you accept that being poor doesn't affect your already rich and beautiful soul, or you will always keep looking over the fence, wanting more.

This poem means the world to kids like me, a validation of the conflicts and struggles we once endured. Thanks for the poem.