Stephen Taylor Photo by José Martín Ramírez Carrasco on Unsplash You don’t get to rest if you are poor. Hard work for holidays doesn’t exist; Come home—if you have one—Grandfather’s mattress Collapse and sleep and go again. Children choose hunger so parents can eat. Stomach growling silently filled with watery soup; Fantasy fills the void. Mocked for clothes that do not last Worn to rags and patched up again. No newness is no news Tomorrow walks in worn-out shoes. Stress of s