The ones who couldn’t
When people talk about kids from impoverished backgrounds they talk about the ones making it in life, going to college, building a career, bringing success into the home. They glorify it. They eat it up. It is the way it’s supposed to be.
They forget of the ones who didnt succeed. The ones who tried, the ones who struggled, the ones who failed. They dismiss their feelings, their pain. They compare them to their successful cousins, not knowing, or ignoring, the pain they cause by doing so.
It makes you think—why were we born? From childhood to adulthood, it’s all go to college, go to college, get a career, build a better life. They say it’s for us. They say they sacrificed themselves for us. Was it really? Or was it for them?
What child would abandon their family—the family who struggled to clear a path for them in life. Not many, no?
If we succeed, they succeed.
We carry their baggage, their trauma, their failures, and we push forwards regardless. But when we fail? We don’t matter anymore. They move on to the next child.
Why were we born?
To live for ourselves? Or for them?