This poem was written by a woman who attended a class through a PRC partner site. It is shared with her permission.
It’s hard to fathom what some may do
easy to judge when you haven’t walked their shoes
Hunger will change you
as a child begging for food
People seemed cruel and rude
How could saying you’re hungry be misconstrued?
Constant victims of abuse
My family was starving, I had to produce
The truth hurts too much, not an excuse
Our house was filthy, clothes were dirty
Why weren’t we worthy?
Trying to comprehend how momma could hurt me
Why my daddy would desert me
Begging God to save me, why would He hate me?
This can’t be my life
Spiritually robbed of Light
Nobody’s living right
Why was love hidden?
Children forced to make adult decisions
Is everyone addicted?
Don’t they see our condition?
Would we ever escape this prison?
Depression a family tradition
Desperation would send a mother and her children into the arms of a molester
She was supposed to be our protector
Not our neglector
The screaming and beating never seem to cease
Her children would soon be on the streets
Would they ever find peace?
Suffering would continue to increase
Thinking it might be better to be deceased
Money and Power were chief
Constant sorrow and grief
Begging God for relief
If knowledge is Power
WE WERE POWERLESS
Surrounded by darkness
We stumbled upon empowerment
It must have been heaven sent
A break-through in my ignorance
Information I can implement in future decisions
So my son won’t become a statistic
A first glance it seemed unrealistic
Light shining through in a dark lonely prison
Could they understand this was the hand we were given?
Can people find in their hearts to forgive?
We made bad choices trying to live
We are the seeds of the have-nots
In a world where everything has a price
People don’t seem to value our life
Constant gunshots ring out
Tragedy finds us far too often
So many RIP’s, people soon forgotten
How to end this properly
Where I’m from the Bill of Rights is a mockery
We were never taught properly
Misunderstood by those in authority
All we have is generosity
Our neighborhoods breed hypocrisy
Some of us still maintain integrity and honesty
We all have qualities
It’s not our fault we were born in poverty
~Brandy Gale Gardner
Moving UP Graduation, Loaves & Fishes
April 19, 2018