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Apr 2023
People in poverty live by the hourglass.
Not a clock.
The sands are our moments where the struggle isn't felt.
It's still an hourglass.
In poverty the sands run out.
And it's time to be strong again.
To adapt again.
To "get through it" again.
Waiting for when you can reach out,
and flip that hourglass again.
Voiceless
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