A Poverty Story

Combined with Covid, it’s a killer of children’s dreams

Poverty kills.

Not all at once — although the bullets that breed in poverty will do that. Poverty kills slowly. It grinds and grinds and grinds. Until it reduces whatever hope you had to a dusty smudge of resentment, befouls whatever innocence you had with the daily excrement of your reality, erases completely whatever childhood you had and replaces it…