Buried Alive
I try not fall for make believe
At times I'm trapped in
fantasies
Trying to choose a righteous
path
Turning my head,
Instantly I'm blinded
Cars, homes, and money
It hurts to live in poverty
Trying to imagine better
Dreams of a life without
struggle
Hoping to turn the page
But being broken down at
every turn
Being hated just for being me
Pushed down when trying to
climb the ladder
Making decisions to provide for
myself or my child
Buying food at the dollar store
Trying scrape up gas money
People look without compassion
Despite what they see
They slam doors in my face
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