i grew up butt poor too. i know what you're going through. we lost everything and had to move in with angry relatives. just don't let it get to you too much. things do look up and get better sometimes. cheers. good luck...

and i thought this was very eloquent and bleekly sharp. great job.

My God, this poem is so sad... Tears are actually welling up in my eyes...

There is nothing that I can say to console you or to make it all better... I'm sorry...