Back it up

I'm just going to slow down the music and turn the lights down low and get serious about something.
This is not a hate blog. This is not a "hate the rich" blog, or a "poor me" blog or a "not fair not fair not fair" blog.
I don't mind that there are wealthy people in the world. Wealthy people can do wonderful things for others... and most do.
This is about my life as a poor girl, and my hunger for acceptance in a rich community.
I would love for just one well to do person who never thought about poor people in their community, maybe even living on their street to realize that there is a whole level of sensitivity that can be reached just by being aware.
Am I going to make them aware?
Well. No. I'm not a "look at me! I'm poor! get used to it suckaaaaaaahhhhhs!" kind of gal. But I will quietly and gracefully assert my situation upon anyone that I feel is missing that awareness.
Okay?
So let's refresh. Wealthy people have every right to the money and lifestyle they have. Poor people have every right not to marginalize themselves. It's all about choices. And I choose to not feel sorry for myself and I choose not to resent what I can't have. I choose to just tell my story and maybe have one person see me and know that I'm a decent, creative, classy lady despite my wallet.