Fighting for Anything but the End of Poverty.
Think about it, There is very little conversation about how to fight your own poverty. Most of the time I listen to the radio, for example. And almost everything is geared towards people who want to make money. Rightlty so. I am not arguing with that. But I have the devil of a time finding tips and tricks on how to stop my own poverty.
Even on Facebook in the groups that talk about Anti-Poverty advocacy I find that the articles deal with government policies. They talk about the far North and Children both of which don't concern me. They talk about civil rights abuse of Native Woman. Maybe that concerns me a little bit although I am not a native Woman. There are no places that I can find that tell me how to combat the poverty that is mine. Like tips and advice.
This has plagued me all my life. I am an obedient woman and was an obediant child. I do not think I was ever adopted. I know this. I was from time to time thrown out of my parents house and forced to live outside. Then after a good long time I was put back into the very same house. I attended school all the time. And I listened to what I was taught in school and by the religious authorities.
They taught you to listen and be respectful to your parents. they taught you to fight for a good education. So I listened to these people who were assailants in the house that was my murdered parents (I think it was theirs). They taught me the beauty of music and the pride that one should have in ones intellect.
When was everything was taken away and I didn't have a family or a home I desperately fought for my mind. My father said I was stupid but I would go to university. Most of it I paid for myself.
When I finished my bachelors of art I was left with a great education and no chance for a job. The poverty got worse. And I became insane with grief. And that's when I fought for my mind and started to go the the high arts: the Ballet, the Opera and the Symphony Orchestra. the theatre and painting.
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I had been told consistently that I would never be anything but poor. So I didn't ever try to fight for that. And thus my life has been one of constant and extreme poverty. The way I figure it is that I have been fighting for things that were extremely seductive. Higher education and higher art is much about great ego. And I got caught in others talents to such an extreme extent that I never ever thought of my own poverty.
Now in my late fifties, it is a very bitter pill to swallow. And retiring from a social welfare pension is right around the corner.
Even on Facebook in the groups that talk about Anti-Poverty advocacy I find that the articles deal with government policies. They talk about the far North and Children both of which don't concern me. They talk about civil rights abuse of Native Woman. Maybe that concerns me a little bit although I am not a native Woman. There are no places that I can find that tell me how to combat the poverty that is mine. Like tips and advice.
This has plagued me all my life. I am an obedient woman and was an obediant child. I do not think I was ever adopted. I know this. I was from time to time thrown out of my parents house and forced to live outside. Then after a good long time I was put back into the very same house. I attended school all the time. And I listened to what I was taught in school and by the religious authorities.
They taught you to listen and be respectful to your parents. they taught you to fight for a good education. So I listened to these people who were assailants in the house that was my murdered parents (I think it was theirs). They taught me the beauty of music and the pride that one should have in ones intellect.
When was everything was taken away and I didn't have a family or a home I desperately fought for my mind. My father said I was stupid but I would go to university. Most of it I paid for myself.
When I finished my bachelors of art I was left with a great education and no chance for a job. The poverty got worse. And I became insane with grief. And that's when I fought for my mind and started to go the the high arts: the Ballet, the Opera and the Symphony Orchestra. the theatre and painting.
ateliers.
I had been told consistently that I would never be anything but poor. So I didn't ever try to fight for that. And thus my life has been one of constant and extreme poverty. The way I figure it is that I have been fighting for things that were extremely seductive. Higher education and higher art is much about great ego. And I got caught in others talents to such an extreme extent that I never ever thought of my own poverty.
Now in my late fifties, it is a very bitter pill to swallow. And retiring from a social welfare pension is right around the corner.
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