I am depressed.
Anger is consuming my thoughts.
Distress about poverty.
Pains throughout my body persist.
My strength gradually faded away.
My plans are progressively fading.
I feel like I'm not worth living.
I think about it almost every day.
I want to see a change.
My life seems cursed.
What in the world did I do wrong?
My grandmother died.
She was my pillar.
My only relative.
I am alone in this world.
I tried this and that.
But nothing comes to fruition.
But I keep fighting.
Fighting for a better life.
My life is full of depression.
My life appears to be a mystery.
I just thank God for every daily meal.
I'm not sure how I'm surviving.
But I am still alive.
I keep on living.
Even though I'm homeless.
Even though life is difficult,
I am unhappy.
I crave a change.
A God-given miracle.
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Gloria Penelope
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Powerful with a capital P! To know if the big, wealthy predominantly white men in power could step aside and let people who care run the show that people would be fed, housing and poverty would be addressed with sincerity. All they care about is comfort and fighting for more. It's sad.