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Never Enough

thepoetshome:

A teenager approached me tonight. I was sitting in the parking lot outside the 7-11, drinking a small coffee and reading. I had just finished a cigarette, leaving my rolling tobacco and papers next to me on the hard, dirty curb. He sat down next to me and spoke with as much confidence as he could muster.

"Hey man, could you buy me a pack?"

I looked up, taken by surprise. “Buy you a pack?” He saw my confusion and offered some clarification.

"I mean, I’ll pay you for it. I have cash."

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Dear Financial Aid Office: A Poem of Struggle and Blessed Success

thepoetshome:

andsemicolon:

andsemicolon:

Please post my financial aid package now, it was supposed to be out three weeks ago and I am checking the website twice a day now because tuition bills went out yesterday and it would be really nice to know how much of that we need to…

Never Enough

thepoetshome:

A teenager approached me tonight. I was sitting in the parking lot outside the 7-11, drinking a small coffee and reading. I had just finished a cigarette, leaving my rolling tobacco and papers next to me on the hard, dirty curb. He sat down next to me and spoke with as much confidence as he could muster.

"Hey man, could you buy me a pack?"

I looked up, taken by surprise. “Buy you a pack?” He saw my confusion and offered some clarification.

"I mean, I’ll pay you for it. I have cash."

[Please click below to read the remainder of my first nonfiction work of prose]

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Never Enough

A teenager approached me tonight. I was sitting in the parking lot outside the 7-11, drinking a small coffee and reading. I had just finished a cigarette, leaving my rolling tobacco and papers next to me on the hard, dirty curb. He sat down next to me and spoke with as much confidence as he could muster.

"Hey man, could you buy me a pack?"

I looked up, taken by surprise. “Buy you a pack?” He saw my confusion and offered some clarification.

"I mean, I’ll pay you for it. I have cash."

[Please click below to read the remainder of my first nonfiction work of prose]

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And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.

I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: stxxz.us)

Dear Financial Aid Office: A Poem of Struggle and Blessed Success

andsemicolon:

andsemicolon:

Please post my financial aid package now, it was supposed to be out three weeks ago and I am checking the website twice a day now because tuition bills went out yesterday and it would be really nice to know how much of that we need to pay

Also it would be really nice to know how much time I need to budget for work during the school year

Blarg

I appreciate that Financial Aid Office is doing the best they can but please

I’m sorry, financial aid office, I meant no slight

Please forgive me

Please don’t have been checking this tag

That would be so awkward

I got the award decision like 5 minutes after posting this

My family cannot pay as many dollars as you have requested

Dear financial aid office,

My parents sent in a request

A reevaluation to challenge your test:

We had hopes for the best.

Dear financial aid office, 

I checked my email

And I yelled, “YES!”

This time you did not fail,

Helping us when you were needed most.

This is not a boast,

But simply a quiet toast

To those who have less:

We always had hopes for the best.

- Dear Financial Aid Office: A Poem of Struggle and Blessed Success, AI

bessibels:

neverbat:

mylittledraenei:

blue-author:

addictinginfo:

Minimum wage should be linked to the poverty level. 

This is basic economic fact.
A business that claims it can’t afford to pay a living wage to its workers is admitting that by definition it fails to meet its basic operating expenses. That major multinational corporations can be “successful” while failing to meet a basic operating expense is only possible because We The People pick up their greedy/lazy slack through taxes and charity. 
And yet somehow it’s everybody else who’s a moocher and a looter…
And this corrosive greed is a big part of what’s slowly poisoning the U.S. economy. Money being hoarded at the top and put in “safe” investments and bank accounts is money that does nothing for no one. It’s just an elaborate means of keeping score. Money put into the hands of the workers does what money is meant to do: it circulates. It gets spent. The same dollar will go through dozens of sets of hands, touching dozens of lives, feeding dozens of people and sparking profits for dozens of businesses. The same dollar, in the hands of the rich, will generally do… nothing. It won’t create jobs. It won’t fund innovations. It won’t start businesses.
Less than 1% of corporate revenues become wages for workers. Less than 3% of the wealthy are actually entrepreneurs (people who risk their money on business ventures that create jobs). 
But 100% of the working class spends their money. That money creates jobs. That money fuels innovations. That money becomes profits. That money keeps the economy ticking.
We have been lied to about who are the parasites and who are the drivers of the economy. We have largely accepted a view of money as a means of keeping score and the economy as something that must have winners and losers, rather than money being a proxy for barter and an economy being a way to divide the labor of society and distribute the load of living

#poverty #classism

"A business that claims it can’t afford to pay a living wage to its workers is admitting that by definition it fails to meet its basic operating expenses."

"Less than 1% of corporate revenues become wages for the workers."

bessibels:

neverbat:

mylittledraenei:

blue-author:

addictinginfo:

Minimum wage should be linked to the poverty level. 

This is basic economic fact.

A business that claims it can’t afford to pay a living wage to its workers is admitting that by definition it fails to meet its basic operating expenses. That major multinational corporations can be “successful” while failing to meet a basic operating expense is only possible because We The People pick up their greedy/lazy slack through taxes and charity. 

And yet somehow it’s everybody else who’s a moocher and a looter…

And this corrosive greed is a big part of what’s slowly poisoning the U.S. economy. Money being hoarded at the top and put in “safe” investments and bank accounts is money that does nothing for no one. It’s just an elaborate means of keeping score. Money put into the hands of the workers does what money is meant to do: it circulates. It gets spent. The same dollar will go through dozens of sets of hands, touching dozens of lives, feeding dozens of people and sparking profits for dozens of businesses. The same dollar, in the hands of the rich, will generally do… nothing. It won’t create jobs. It won’t fund innovations. It won’t start businesses.

Less than 1% of corporate revenues become wages for workers. Less than 3% of the wealthy are actually entrepreneurs (people who risk their money on business ventures that create jobs). 

But 100% of the working class spends their money. That money creates jobs. That money fuels innovations. That money becomes profits. That money keeps the economy ticking.

We have been lied to about who are the parasites and who are the drivers of the economy. We have largely accepted a view of money as a means of keeping score and the economy as something that must have winners and losers, rather than money being a proxy for barter and an economy being a way to divide the labor of society and distribute the load of living

#poverty #classism

"A business that claims it can’t afford to pay a living wage to its workers is admitting that by definition it fails to meet its basic operating expenses."

"Less than 1% of corporate revenues become wages for the workers."

missharpersworld:

A BEAUTIFUL STORY FOUND ON THE INTERNET … 
Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month.
 
The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was
crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.
 
She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to
heaven, God would recognize her.
 
I told her that I thought that we could, so she dictated these words:
 
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog?
Abbey died yesterday and is with you in heaven.
I miss her very much.
 
I ‘m happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. 
 
I hope you will play with her.
She likes to swim and play with balls.
 
I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog.
 
I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
 
 
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey & Meredith,
addressed it to God/Heaven.
 
We put our return address on it.
 
Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she
said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven.
That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.
 
A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.
I told her that I thought He had.
 
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch
addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand.
 
Meredith opened it.
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’
 
Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God
in its opened envelope.
 
On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
 
 
Dear Meredith,
 
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I
recognized her right away.
 
Abbey isn’t sick anymore.
Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart.
 
Abbey loved being your dog.
 
Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to
keep your picture in so I’m sending it back to you in this little book for
you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
 
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you
write it and sending it to me.
 
What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
 
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
 
By the way, I’m easy to find.
I am wherever there is love.
 
Love,
God

This broke my heart.

missharpersworld:

A BEAUTIFUL STORY FOUND ON THE INTERNET … 

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month.
 
The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was
crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.
 
She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to
heaven, God would recognize her.
 
I told her that I thought that we could, so she dictated these words:
 
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog?
Abbey died yesterday and is with you in heaven.
I miss her very much.
 
I ‘m happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. 
 
I hope you will play with her.
She likes to swim and play with balls.
 
I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog.
 
I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
 
 
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey & Meredith,
addressed it to God/Heaven.
 
We put our return address on it.
 
Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she
said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven.
That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.
 
A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.
I told her that I thought He had.
 
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch
addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand.
 
Meredith opened it.
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’
 
Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God
in its opened envelope.
 
On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
 
 
Dear Meredith,
 
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I
recognized her right away.
 
Abbey isn’t sick anymore.
Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart.
 
Abbey loved being your dog.
 
Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to
keep your picture in so I’m sending it back to you in this little book for
you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
 
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you
write it and sending it to me.
 
What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
 
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
 
By the way, I’m easy to find.
I am wherever there is love.
 
Love,
God

This broke my heart.

lmaoalien:

honestly saying “youre a twig lets get some meat on those bones” is just as offensive and embarrassing as “youre fat, watch what you eat” may not seem like it but trust me

Curled up with my head on your chest is the best remedy for the pain and the stress

Childish Gambino (via the1975drugs)

coffeeandcockatiels:

maddddddds:

korra:

awkward how reassuring i find this

well ya duh society shames speech patterns associated with young women

"Speech fillers" are just a human’s way of saying "wait a sec I’m thinking". It means we think more before we speak, always trying to find the right way to say it. Every language has them. And people shouldn’t be annoyed by it, ever.


The idea that “people shouldn’t be annoyed by it, ever” is weird. Why shouldn’t people be annoyed. Why should you be the one to tell people they shouldn’t be annoyed about something? It’s a weird thing to think that proper language is something we shouldn’t care about at all. Being annoyed by filler words doesn’t necessarily connect to condescension…

coffeeandcockatiels:

maddddddds:

korra:

awkward how reassuring i find this

well ya duh society shames speech patterns associated with young women


"Speech fillers" are just a human’s way of saying "wait a sec I’m thinking". It means we think more before we speak, always trying to find the right way to say it. Every language has them. And people shouldn’t be annoyed by it, ever.

The idea that “people shouldn’t be annoyed by it, ever” is weird. Why shouldn’t people be annoyed. Why should you be the one to tell people they shouldn’t be annoyed about something? It’s a weird thing to think that proper language is something we shouldn’t care about at all. Being annoyed by filler words doesn’t necessarily connect to condescension…

Ah, I’m alive. Suddenly, he was hit with the realization that life was within him. He felt it: right now, he was most certainly alive. Its overwhelming reality almost suffocated him. He wanted to scream.
I’m alive. I’m alive. I’m alive. I’m alive.