I used to only see the poverty.
The broken pieces.
The suffering.
As if somehow it defined things
Trapped things.
Deprived things.
Then I began to see better
The poverty was in my perspective.
You see, there’s no poverty of friendship here.
No poverty of love.
No poverty of creativity.
Oh sure, we live surrounded by poverty.
But there’s no poverty of being together here.
Dare we see poverty
while also seeing where there’s no poverty?
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