I've never heard anyone come back from downtown Baltimore waxing poetic about the authenticity of poverty.
Lisa SamsonMy honey child, them housing projects
Cannot contain her multitudes
A sunbeam, hard upon her
Just a fly strugglin’ through her braid loops
Watch me prove to ‘em I’m more than nothin’
But a ragamuffin with homesick eyes
Yes, when it gets to be the same old thing
Shorty you ought to come and see about me
My love, she is a drummer
Than industrial steel, her backbone tougher
The eloping night and the honey moon that trails
Just dirt ‘neath her finger nails
I’ll be down on them crossroads
‘Til daybreak winks a bright eye
And if it gets to be the same old thing
Shorty you ought to come and see about me
She’s heard all the right things
And they did not persuade her
She has no use for your words
What she wants is your labor
‘Cause when gringos speak of minorities
They tend to keep their voices low
Ah, but when that gets to be the same old thing
Shorty you ought to come and see about me
Mots clés love poverty bravado admiring station valentine-xavier-bronzeville
So let us be clear about this up front: We hope to recruit you to join an incipient movement to emancipate women and fight global poverty by unlocking women's power as economic catalysts. That is the process under way - not a drama of victimization but of empowerment, the kind that transforms bubbly teenage girls from brothel slaves into successful businesswomen.
This is a story of transformation. It is change that is already taking place, and change that can accelerate if you'll just open your heart and join in.
Mots clés success empowerment women economics emancipation poverty transformation
There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root, and it may be that he who bestows the largest amount of time and money on the needy is doing the most by his mode of life to produce that misery which he strives in vain to relieve.
Henry David ThoreauMots clés activism evil action poverty
The real question is: How sturdy and solid is the floor our civilization stands on? How many lives with no prospects, shattered and senseless, can it bear the weight of before it cracks somewhere or other, splits at the joints?
Christa WolfMots clés civilization capitalism poverty alienation economy
World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--
Nelly SachsBefore I was married, I thought the sound of bangles jangling on my forearms would be delightful. I looked forward to being able to wear bells around my ankles and silver necklaces around my neck, but not any more, not since I had learned what they represented for the man who gave them. A necklace was no prettier than a piece of of rope that ties a goat to a tree, depriving it of freedom.
Phoolan DeviMots clés freedom poverty hardship india necklace deprive
I decided I would go with them, but it would be at my father's house that I would eat. I would share his food, and his poverty.
Phoolan DeviThe poor are not a problem but rather an opportunity to show unconditional love.
Dillon BurroughsI heard the voice of that bird, son of Polypas, whose piercing outcry
and whose arrival announces to men the season when fields
are plowed, and the voice of her broke the heart that darkens within me,
since other men posess my flourishing acres now,
and not for me are the mules dragging the plow through the grainland,
since I have given my heart to the restless seafarer's life.
Mots clés poetry lyrics poverty greek
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