This was one woman's representation of her life in poverty. If you look closely you can see that there are two roads into the roundabout, "need st." and "want st." there is also an exit "future st." the Investigator shared with the class that being in poverty for her is like being on an endless roundabout where you are stuck between the needs and wants of your family and you can see a better future but you can't ever take the exit.
Disbelieving,
Dreaming, Doubts, Divided Families
People drowning everywhere,
Hurt, Pain, compressing our world.
Inside realms of make-believe security.
Falling through your darkness,
realize life isn't pleasant.
Happiness is your own,
what you make is yours to be.
Into the future with eyes wide closed.
Believing you are alone in loneliness all your own.
This poem was written by an Investigator (with a drawing from her daughter).


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