Reality and truth are best understood if we look outside ourselves. It seems hard to understand something that you have never experienced. Like opening your eyes up to the realities of mothers who are poor and live each day like a survival game.
“ How are the lives of poor women of color controlled and restricted by the fact that they live at this tiny terrible space at the intersection of race, class and gender. And we ask her to move, literally or figurative--she has to find the words to tell us that she cannot move because she has no room.”
Jacquelyn Boggess
I invite you into this terrible space.
The words surrounding the poor women provides us with a glimpse into her world, bringing us face to face with the her struggles, the barriers that surround her life, like raising a child in the most challenging situations.
There seems to be many versions of lies that society tells us about being poor? These myths never revel the complexities. Welfare can happen to anyone, but it especially happens to women. There seems to be many versions of lies that society tells us about being poor? These myths never revel the complexities. Welfare can happen to anyone, but it especially happens to women.
We live in a society that gives priviledge and advantage to some and deliberatly denies it to others.
move closer
many hurried past her
already judged
thrown out by this world
a mourning mother, her son stolen, murdered
his life, dishonored by this place
a forgotten place,
a dirty and dangerous games kind of place
darkness
and a mothers love
denied, barred, blocked and wedge in
unmoving is this tiny terrible space
blocked, buried a suffocating place
targeted arrests, invasion of privacy, violated
watched,
a welfare queen, blamed
still suffocating
gray shadows, dim lights
gunshot screams at night
alone
and a mothers love
