My interest in child poverty persistence dates back to my childhood. Growing up in Liberia and acclimating to America as a first generation refugee, I can assuredly communicate the difficulty experiences of children from impoverished families. In Liberia, I lived in a two-bedroom tent with 10 relatives, we owned nothing and when a civil war arrived, we lost families and the tent. While coming to America, two out of the 14 relatives that applied were selected from the immigration process. My father, grandfather and I came with the clothes on our backs.…
Conservative propaganda, which is inextricably tied to Christianity in the U.S., tells us that poor people have failed on a personal level. To be poor is to have failed to have made the best of the opportunities provided by God in this great land and that failing is nothing short of immoral. In this view, the world is a dangerous place filled with evil temptations. Salvation is a narrow path that the poor have failed to follow.…
As you’re walking down the street, and you see the homeless man on the corner, what do you think? What do you do? Maybe you walk a little faster and avoid eye contact, because he doesn’t deserve your help. He didn’t work hard enough to be in the same position you are. It’s not your fault that the little girl and her mother sitting on the street corner covered in dirt with a cardboard sign that’s pleading for help, doesn’t have enough money to pay their bills.…
Have you ever recognize, Colors of dark grey and black fill the boys and girs` world Struggling, trauma that never fully gone, Children have been misused,they have been abused, They were raped, strangled aggressively, Also there were beaten, broken and mangled. Where is justice ?…
Growing up in the big city of Indianapolis, Indiana seeing multiple people starving and on the search for food. Homeless men and women lounging around at the end of the highway ramps, in front of corner stores, or creeping around in back alleys begging for money to feed their families. It’s devastating knowing we have millionaires that's filthy rich over the dumbest things. Dumb things like making a phone application such as a tic-tac-toe game, therefore, they shouldn’t be rich. We have people and children out here starving, wondering are they getting a next meal.…
All the work spent rebuilding our messy lives now just a pile of ash. It was a difficult time for my dad and I. There’s times when it seems that life is out to get you, and maybe it is. All I know is that when life took a gun and pointed it toward me, or kicked me out onto the street, or made my living situation a spiraling mess, or even burned down our hard work and all our possessions, that I didn’t allow it to stop me.…
Most of my life I was raised in poverty, so my political views may differ from others. When migrating from Cuba there was only one thing that my parents could do, and it was work. My whole life I had to grow up in Government Projects for the needy. It wasn’t particularly a bad time for me, but for my parents who wanted a better life for me and my sister it was. When it came to food we would survive on food stamps.…
When I first arrived in The United State I was truly alarming to go out or collaborate with different children. Before school began, I basically stayed inside and didn't have any contact with other individuals, aside from my relatives. At the time that I begin school in nine reviews, I needed to connect with different children surprisingly, which wasn't simple for me. I inevitably discover that I could be an equivalent to them and soon settled down into school. The nature of instruction in that first year wasn't awful as I envisioned it, I took in a great deal and grew a considerable measure amid that year.…
Prompt 2- Growing up in a third world country has its side effects when you're a kid. One of which may be not realizing you're living in a third world country. That is, until you see what the other side of the equator has to offer. Saying Bolivia and the United States are quite different would be an understatement. Underprivileged was never a word that crossed my mind; I lived modestly with a close-knit family.…
Rusty aluminum ceiling, dirt floor, wooden door and a thin layer of brick wall was the last place I could remember, the place where I called home before moving far away to another country. At the age of six, I was adjusting to a lifestyle of waking up to rooster cries and sleeping to the sound crickets. And to staying outside until nightfall without worries. All that disappear on a September day where I have no memory of except for waking up to another country to be introduce to people I’ve never seen and a language I’ve never heard before. That was when I knew that Minnesota is the place where I will be calling home.…
Let’s help the kids in Africa. A way that i could change the world and how can I help to bring about this change I could send them food,clothes,and cure ebola. First, i would send them money. I would do fundraiser to get the money to get food.…
The Struggle of Low Income Families with Children We are citizens of such a diverse and unpredictable world, when it comes to incomes. It is never an easy ride for anyone, especially not those who have constant and unchanging low incomes and families to provide for. “The UNICEF estimates that an average of 353,000 babies are born each day around the world.” (How Many Babies Are Born Each Day?…
My parents both grew up in Honduras in poverty, like many Hondurans are currently. They both lived and survived with what was offered to them. Both my parents came from Honduras to the United States in 1992, which was the year my mother was pregnant with my older brother. They managed to get jobs, work long hours, and raise two more kids after my brother. What my parents grew up with was very different to what I grew up with.…
Imagine you were born in a place where food was scarce, the water was unclean, and you received little to no medical attention since the day you were born. You would’t exactly consider this the good life, right? This is the harsh reality for children and adults all over the world who cannot afford to support their family so that they may live a healthy and comfortable life. There are children who do not have a proper education, because their own government cannot afford to build enough schools or pay their workers properly. Even the house that they live in is not sufficient enough if they are even lucky to have a home at all.…
After learning about Canada’s situation of poverty and seeing an up close view of the daily struggles I interviewed one of my father’s friends about his time in poverty about two years ago. He preferred that I kept his identity a secret so I am changing the names. The McManus’s, Ryan and his wife Alysica had a six year old daughter, Allison, a two year old son, Cooper and were expecting another child in December of 2013. After asking Ryan several questions I reflected upon his answers and put myself in his and his family’s shoes, living pay check to pay check and constantly being worrisome of what to do next.…