I am poor.
So dingy poor.
I used to think that maybe my situation wasn’t that bad.
After all, there were a lot of homeless people on the streets.
To be more forward, there were homeless people staying directly opposite my minuscule home.
So in my head, I thought I wasn’t exactly in the worst situation.
I was living on my own after all, people could assume I bought off the house.
But after walking into the school campus, I realized that a church rat had nothing on me.
Each and every one of these kids were f*****g loaded.
They stuck strictly to dress code quite alright but I could see their jewelry, their hairstyles, their shoes, their bags.
They looked like they would rather stick their freshly waxed butts into an oven than wear something that was not branded.
They were all us
