Poverty, Stricken Home

Written by: Nicole
July 16, 2007

Poverty, Stricken Home

I am forced to live, against my own will, at a poverty, stricken home.

The windowsills are rotted away.
The windows don't even close all the way down.
They need to be puttied, painted and repaired.

The bushes are in the way.
They are growing up against the house.

The basement's flooring is lifting.
And the basement walls are buckling in.
When it rains, it pours, there is water all over the basement floor.

There is mold on the basement floor and in the main bathroom around the tub and on the baseboards.

The wallpaper is peeling off in the main bathroom and in the kitchen.

The house needs to be repainted but no one seems to come.

The sofits are falling off from the garage.
The garage will collapse onto the homeowner's vehicles.

The grill has bee and wasp hives inside of it.
Nobody wants to eat or use it.

The whole house is in shambles. It is falling apart.
But who's the fool that allowed all this to happen?
The homeowner, that's who.

This is what I come home too everyday. I cry and pray every night, that someday, I can leave, this poverty, stricken home.