From the Margins

Days are long and nights are rough

Earning pennies is not enough

Hunger grips with bony hands

Stealing joy from weary lands

Money is tight, bills are high

We barely make these hard-earned dimes

Hustle and grind to make ends meet

Our dreams and hopes left incomplete

Still we rise with strength and grace

We persevere, we run this race

Still we smile, we will not lose hope

We always find a way to cope

Despite all our troubles and woe

Spirits of hope still doth glow

A better tomorrow is yet in sight

In poverty, we stand and fight.