Deprivation is the worst
We are society that forgets about the poor. I like to say with all the local media no one actually forgets it’s more like we act like they don’t exist. In classrooms, children rub the next best piece of technology in front of someone who has no idea where their next meal comes from. At home, parents strive to put food on the table but when both parents work a minimum wage job…food is not always the first bill to be paid.
Today, the worst deprivation for a person is to not material objects, but the will of other people around them. If one person has a cool item and the other person does not it’s like permission for the other person to brag. We wonder how our children succumb to depression, or how people in families stop wanting to talk to each other. Here it is. The braggers who feel they have a right to shove what they have in your face.
If you are someone who is deprived or ever been deprived Welcome to the deprived. We are the working poor, disabled, elderly, and the children of such folks. Our struggle is in the cost of living when rent is higher than our paycheck for the month, and bills go unpaid for days. We are the people who are statistically more likely to fall into hard drugs and overdose. Were the kids who people already believe have no promise, and the government hardly caters to our help. We are the ones fighting to rise above in a world so inclined to let us fall.
The deprivation we feel is not just limited to money but is the deprivation of being judged by our friends, family, and loved ones. When we kicked out of our house for not bringing money into the home we end up living off the streets. Long nights we strive to have a roof over head, but see the stars twinkling from the moon.
Creatures crawl around the dirt licking our skin, and we can’t find a place to shower so we smell like the ground. Your misconception of me is that I am lazy, don’t work, and don’t put effort into my life. I may not hold a sign begging for money, or cry out for attention for if I did that society would call me gross. So, I live my life day by day waiting to die. This is the struggle of the deprived.
Those of us who were born with a disability have no choice but to live off the government’s money. In fact, half the time the money is just enough to put food on the table but not enough to pay a rent. Renters have spiked rent due to housing costs, and housing has become ridiculous. Nor, has the government cared to bring my security check to a livable expense.
It’s not my choice to be disabled, and it’s not my kids but because the government can’t expand on making me have enough to live my children suffer. They get called names, teased, hit, and sometimes they don’t want to come home claiming foster care would be better. What should we do? What can we do when the government doesn’t help? This is the struggle of the deprived.
A problem that we have Today, we have this innate ability to try to ignore what’s right in front of us. Our government would rather cut expenditures like arts, music, and language to save money. I find that funny when they could just change the housing market, living costs, and try to bring back the ability to thrive off of what we make. This would make more money float, and schools wouldn’t suffer. But our government is about as greedy as the braggers.
If politicians didn’t make a five hundred thousand dollar paycheck we would see some money floating into our pockets that would help us live. I could rant all day that inflation is created by man, and can be fixed by man but i would be preaching to no one. I feel like the first problem is the poor. If our government wants to be productive we need to focus on the poor, and helping them. I believe firmly that we can not thrive without understanding the loss for our progress.
If I became rich off of someone who was poor I would never live with myself. I would probably take all my money and give it to everyone else because it is not my own money. Not a product that I worked for, and that means it isn’t mine.
From someone that has been deprived I work hard for my money, and half the time I don’t make enough of it to live. However, I appreciate what I have, and understand that I am still deprived. I don’t have my licence, don’t have a car, and struggle like most. But I still would tip a person two dollars for my coffee, buy food for everyone, and try and smile. I don’t believe being deprived should mean being sad all the time. I take life day by day. Anyways, Thank you for reading this, and I hope you have a good day. What’s your opinion on this topic?