Along the way somebody was gracious enough to take a chance on you because you had the right attitude even if you didn't have the skills to match. It's only right you extend the same grace to someone else.
I'm not clubbing because I'm trying to be a good girl...I simply don't like the scene..I'm still outside doing fun loud things. I dont like cheating because I care for my health. I'm not performing for men's validation. I just like myself alot better and choose different type of fun.
I wish I could explain how tiring it is to live inside a head that never fully rests. Even during happy moments, there are thoughts, never ending cycle
You will grow up your entire life thinking your Aunt Susan is pure evil, the sworn enemy of your household, a name you are never allowed to speak. Then you hit 25 years old and finally ask what happened, only to find out your mom hasn't spoken to her since 2001 because Susan said her potato salad was "just okay" at a barbecue. Whole generations of cousins are kept apart, completely isolated from each other, just because two women in their 30s refused to apologize over a side dish. The level of sustained, generational pettiness in family lore is unmatched. We are out here inheriting beef we don't even understand.
There are bits of me I hope I never lose. My smile, my laughter, my heart and how large it is, my grace, kindness and warmth. The world has tried hardening me, but I will forever choose to be soft. And I’ll keep holding on to that gently but firmly, for as long as I live.
Poverty will make you loyal to the wrong people, not because you admire them, but because your survival depends on them. When your means of livelihood is in someone’s hands, you will endure what you should easily walk away from.
it reshapes your behaviour. You become careful with your words, your reactions, even your boundaries. You avoid disagreements because one wrong move could cost you support you desperately need.
Poverty is cruel.
Accepting crumbs and swallowing insults. It steals dreams, blinds your vision and forces you to go against your will and dignity just to survive. It plays with your emotions and robs you of happiness.
I hate poverty!!!
POVERTY will make you support people you should legit spit on because you don't want to shut access to benefits.
It replaces the part of the brain called Cerebrum.
It’s the absolute worst.
It robs you of one of the most basic things in life: choice.
You’re always calculating, postponing, choosing the least bad option.
Everything becomes harder than it should be, transport, data, food, health, even rest.
I hate it too. Poverty is a psychological trap. It creates constant stress, kills patience, shrinks vision, and convinces people they’re powerless. What looks like poor choices is often a brain stuck in survival mode.
Every time I talk about how dehumanizing and humiliating poverty is, it makes me so sad.
I have seen people lose their jobs, means of livelihood and even life because they were at the mercy of others. I have seen people lose their admission because they couldn’t afford acceptance fee.
I have seen people lose their life because they couldn’t afford inhaler or malaria drugs. Worst of it? I have heard people who dièd because they couldn’t afford FOOD!!.
My goodness! I hate poverty so much. It strips you of your dignity. It makes you tolerate nonsense and insults from people because you don’t have the luxury to walk away. Because they are still doing something for you.
I have seen people who became a shadow of themselves because of poverty. People who life suddenly humbled and their self esteem went to an all time low because of poverty.
It is so dehumanizing that you can’t afford to tell some people the bitter and uncomfortable truths sometimes because you know your next meal is coming from them.
Nobody listens to you when you are poor. Your voice is not heard no matter how smart you think you are.
Do you know that poverty automatically makes people think you are a bad person?
You can’t afford to gift people on their birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, launching and so on, so you resort to ghosting out of shame and the only thing they think is that you are a horrible human being.
You can be fighting for your life and your friends and loved ones would be pissed that you didn’t show up for them when they needed you.
There are people who didn’t travel this festive season because they have been working all year but nothing to show for it. They are so ashamed to go back home because they are of age to foot a bill or two but life hasn’t been good to them.
Poverty is cruel. I hope one day, life shines light on every sad boy or sad girl.
Bruh
I hate how it convinces you to settle. The way it deceives you that maybe better is not for you.
The way you move in spaces and have to give yourself a pep talk that you belong.
The soft reminders you have to keep doing to remind that it's okay that something good came your way.
I hate how poverty forces you to accept that good things have their owners (indo njega nì irì ene)
But most of all, I hate how it kills hope, how it dims your light, and you become a bitter shell of yourself.