This is new. A rewritten version of a 7th-grade poem I once wrote.

Poor to Rich V.2.

I am poor while he is rich
he looks down on me living in my ditch
I cry for any home whilst he bathes in money
Yet the rich man could not spare not even a penny
On society is becoming
In this world so numbing
Something has changed in his heart
Or am I just that quote on quote Smart
My home is the street and box with no locks
Yet all he can do is throw glares like rocks
I wish he would stop
I wish we could swap
I am now him
He is now me
We swapped places, in good time, I see
He got laid off
now I look at him and scoff
I'll give him my all
Even if it means Ill fall
I give him my money to sleep behind closed doors
I know how it feels cause I was once poor





To give some insight into this. When I was in grade 7 I got really into writing poetry. This has helped me cope with a lot of things such as anxiety and depression. I am the person that is poor. not with money, but with everything that comes with being human. I am slowly discovering who I am and how that correlates into my writing. The rich man is a person I aspire to be while the weight of the world hurts my very existence. 4 years ago I was not fully able to understand what I was feeling and how I could change that. But with the help of everyone around me and distant. It was easier to embrace that I am no longer ashamed of who I am.
This is new. A rewritten version of a 7th-grade poem I once wrote. Poor to Rich V.2. I am poor while he is rich he looks down on me living in my ditch I cry for any home whilst he bathes in money Yet the rich man could not spare not even a penny On society is becoming In this world so numbing Something has changed in his heart Or am I just that quote on quote Smart My home is the street and box with no locks Yet all he can do is throw glares like rocks I wish he would stop I wish we could swap I am now him He is now me We swapped places, in good time, I see He got laid off now I look at him and scoff I'll give him my all Even if it means Ill fall I give him my money to sleep behind closed doors I know how it feels cause I was once poor To give some insight into this. When I was in grade 7 I got really into writing poetry. This has helped me cope with a lot of things such as anxiety and depression. I am the person that is poor. not with money, but with everything that comes with being human. I am slowly discovering who I am and how that correlates into my writing. The rich man is a person I aspire to be while the weight of the world hurts my very existence. 4 years ago I was not fully able to understand what I was feeling and how I could change that. But with the help of everyone around me and distant. It was easier to embrace that I am no longer ashamed of who I am.