No!
Nobody forgets you.
They just remember themselves more.
It’s not hate,
not truly.
It’s the noise of their lives
that drowns out the quiet of yours.
They don’t sit around
thinking of you.
Not because you don’t matter,
but because their minds
are crowded with unpaid bills,
unfinished dreams,
and mirrors that lie to them, too.
Nobody misses a poor person.
Not out loud.
Not where it counts.
Because poverty makes...
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