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Hi Cheryl Moyer: Here it is and you do have my permission to post it on your site.
How could I have known poverty''s aroma, its social distaste? I was a child young and growing my mind clear and pure loving all mankind, we were the same. Why tell me otherwise? I grew above the trees flying like an eagle free and legally protected I loved and loved freely uncomplicated virginal to the world around me. But poachers blinded me their guns fired into my back I never came back never flew again I was poor, how poor you ask? poor enough to walk. So walk I did into a mist of discontent and storm youthful immaturity mind not quite developed wings growing into instruments of self doubt and devastation. Such is youth and social stigma dogma of the rich strengthening my courage my mantra became my own. I am poor, poor enough to grow wings.
