poverty is not my cousin, <br />is not my lover, <br />is not my preacher, <br />poverty is not my brother. <br /> <br />poverty is not my prayer, <br />or the song that i sing <br />is not my answer <br />poverty is not my dream. <br /> <br />poverty is not my teacher, <br />not the hand that i hold. <br />poverty is not my anger, <br />not my spirit, not my soul. <br /> <br />ah! but this poverty is real <br />it races thru my mind <br />crashes into my heart, <br />& leaves me deaf and blind. <br /> <br />poverty is my companion. <br />the aching cold inside my hollow. <br />the blow behind my eyes, <br />poverty is the shadow <br />inside my shadow.<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shadow-inside-my-shadow/
