Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.
Being poor is seeing how few options you have.
Being poor is running in place.
Being poor is people wondering why you didn’t leave.
Being poor is always having to say you’re sorry. Being poor is to be pushed out from a bus and ridiculed because you didn’t have enough for the fare, your supposed stop was past, and you thought the conductor wouldn’t notice. OK, that isn’t being poor, that’s just being out of pocket money. I am not trivializing, just trying to empathize. I am a spoilt sonofabitch and not qualified to opine.
The comment thread makes for compelling reading.