you ask me what is poverty?listen to me. here i am dirty,smelly, and with no "proper" under-
wear on and with the stench of my rotting teeth near you. i will tell you. listen to me. listen without pity. i cannot use your pity. listen with understanding. put yourself in my dirty, worn-out, ill-fitting shoes, and hear me.
poverty is getting up every morning from a dirty and illness-stained mattress. the sheets have long since been used for diapers. poverty is living in a smell that never leaves.this is a smell of urine, sour milk, and spoiling food sometimes joined with the strong smell of long-cooked onions.
onions are cheap. if you have smelled this smell, you did not know how it came. it is the smell of the outdoor privy. it is the smell of young children who cannot walk the long dark way in the night. it is the smell of the mattresses where years of "accidents" have happened. it is the smell of the milk which has gone sour because the refrigerator long has not worked, and it costs money to get it fixed. it is the smell of rotting garbage. i could bury it, but where is the shovel? shovels cost money.
poverty is looking into a black future. your children won't play with my boys. they will turn to other boys who steal to get what they want. i can already see them behind the bars of their prison instead of behind the bars of my poverty.or they will turn to the freedom of alcohol or drugs, and find themselves enslaved. and my daughter? at best, there is for her a life like mine.
poverty is an acid that drips on pride until all pride is worn away. poverty is a chisel that chips on honor until honor is worn away. some of you say that you would do something in my situation, and maybe you would, for the first week or the first month, but for year after year after year?
i have come out of my despair to tell you this. remember i did not come from another place or another time. others like me are all around you. look at us with an angry heart, anger that will help you and help me. anger that will let you tell of me. the poor are always silent. can you be silent,too?
