a mind of poverty — a lack.
is there a way to turn the clock back
and undo the “setting in?”
the “setting in” of competition
the “setting in” of the suspicion
that it’s all dog-eat-dog
so don’t dare risk at all…
because then, you’ll lose everything.
(“everything” ain’t much.)
a mind of poverty — shaped young
by all the worry living among
the grown ups’ crinkled brows
and whispered wonderings of how
the stream of bills will get paid.
i quickly learned to be afraid
and hold my breath, scared of good.
(only the bad lasts.)
a mind of poverty — quiet lies
evolving into loud, obnoxious cries
that yell, “you’re never enough!”
that yell, “life’s nothing but rough!”
that days exist just to get through
and that hope is always untrue.
work harder. wish less. maybe i’ll last.
(life isn’t fair.)
a mind of poverty — no more!
the lies and the libel? i declare war.
I have all I need. i have plenty to give
to others. to the world. i can even forgive
myself for believing the harsh lie about me
that i was worth nothing– a nobody.
my poverty is over because I hear and see the truth.
(Life is abundant. My value is, too.)