Dear Rich People

Dear Rich People,

I wonder how you sleep at night, I hope it is because you are naive and not heartless. I hope it is because you do not know what is going on in the middle and lower classes, on the streets, in the police headquarter, prisons, hospitals and rehabilitation clinics. I hope it is not ignorance but clear stupidity.

I wonder how you spend $100 on a pair of underwear when I struggle to come up with a spare $100 for groceries for the children. I want to know how someone can have more money in this lifetime than they can spend - yet not make a difference in this world aside from spending said money.

It is not the corporations, companies, or entertainment industries that are suffering, it is your fellow humans. Children that go without parents because they are addicted to the dope that the local police are handing out to their informants to sell. Children that don't eat, have a television, let alone an ipad, children that will grow up and do as society told them they would - get more poor with each generation.

I wonder how a person can memorize a few lines and get paid more than the woman or man sitting at home with someone's grandmother, sister, brother, father, and help them live before they pass from this world.

I wonder when humans stopped caring, stopped helping, stopped the government from walking all over them.

I am sure that this will never cross your mind, your eyes or change a thought in your mind this lifetime, but I want you to know that if I had billions, I wouldn't spend it on shoes, handbags and make up to cover up my empty soul, I would give it to each and everyone to just get by. I would sponsor families, I would sponsor communities, I would sponsor states.

I wonder if anyone else would do the same...

Sincerely,

Poor White Girl