Posted on April 24, 2020


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It’s the end of the month.

We’re eating eggs and rice;

food stamps gone, cupboard bare;

it ain’t an easy life.

I got two kids to raise;

eighteen credits this term.

Daily stress overwhelms;

candle at two ends burns.

I want to be a teacher

when I finish my degree.

I hope that education

takes me out of poverty.

I have to fight and struggle;

this game I cannot lose.

I’m doing all that I can do

to keep my kids in shoes.

The food is gone

but not my hope.

I’m tying a knot in

my hanging-on rope.

I got knocked down,

but it’s not permanent.

I’ll bounce back up.

I am resilient.

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lisa eddy is a mother, writer, researcher, educator, advocate,  musician, and gardener.

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