Poverty

Writing

I Sit Here and Scroll

By Gaven Graham

I sit here and scroll
A video pops up next
Its subject?
Oh my.

It talks about how grandparents are running our country
And grandchildren on the streets
Waiting to die.

What am I?


PATH

By Sid Abelson

The train car is usually empty at
9 am. Blue plastic seats line both
lengths of the train. The seats are
cold and rock solid. They
join together to form one
elongated bench.

The car is empty now and I am
the first in this lonely train car.


To Build a Home

By Amani Raheel

My ma says

She pushed my stroller

around the bumpy streets of

Queens, Jamaica, Long Island,

even Manhattan,

Through rain and snow, all

alone.

 

Finding no help from the

passengers, all ignoring her

silent plea


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