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The New Prompt is: Write a Story or Poem about what of yourself you'd give for your favorite charity. I grew up being told that charity begins at home Then I found a world full of people that have nowhere to live; risking life to live here Federal, state, and local employees offering temporary quarters till their deported I grew up hearing that God helps those that help themselves Then I found a world full of people that had been helped for so long Their proud heritage lost; no longer can they remember how to make it on their own I grew up feeling safe and secure in a city full of people who owned their homes Then I saw people in neglected city projects, fearful of the dealers, drugs and crime Those whose job it is to help, misappropriated the money to feed their endless greed I grew up singing, sewing, and making pretty things Then I saw a young girl that never had a new anything, her cloths were tattered ~ worn Cameras sent her pictures around the globe - evangelists asking for more money I grew up learning to cook and bake; there was always food on my plate Then I saw a starving stranger eating scraps out of another restaurant patron’s plate He was rudely told to go away and forced to leave food that would be thrown away I grew up in a comfortable home; we had a maid and a fireplace and room to roam Then I saw a family of four living in a beat up old car, parents - the working poor Pleas for help found endless government forms, requesting they prove their need I grew up sleeping in my own bed; a doctor would come and care for me there Then I saw people sick and infirmed, I watched a baby die in the mother’s arms Waiting for doctors and nurses to do the paper work before the child could be seen Tell me who needs charity more; I offer my words and hope that they may see Charity is not about a job where you make your money off the backs of those in need Give all that claim to help in the name of charity: a writer’s vision, “They need it more.”
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