To have dreams and to watch them go nowhere fast
I guess that's what it means to be labeled trash
To never quite have the means to succeed
And to have to fight and scramble for the things you need
To be happy with only the scrapes and scraps
And to never really know where your place is at
To be shunned by your community and treated unkind
Because you fall below the poverty line
It never is easy to define
This reality of yours and mine
Always giving but seldom receiving
Can make life a living hell, believe me
Like an evil spell or an awful curse
That doesn't get well and only gets worse
Yet somehow we make it, exactly how I'm not sure
But we bow, we pray and we vow to endure
Hoping for peace, love and better days
Because grief and trouble doesn't last always
So no matter what others have branded you
Know that something better was planned for you
Though at times it may be discouraging and seem beyond your reach
You can become the person you dream to be
With compassion, love and a yearning so great
These passionate words I dedicate
To anyone whose ever felt unblessed and to all the have-nots with less
Have faith and hold on to your pot of goals forever
And may they grow like magic beans
As you show the world what it means to go from trash to treasure.