I’m 47, work two jobs—one at a grocery store, one delivering food—and I still can’t afford to fix the leak in my roof. Every month, I choose between buying my kid’s asthma inhaler or putting gas in my car to get to work. That’s the “land of opportunity” they talk about?
Our government says they care about “working families,” but let’s be real—who are they really helping? The guys in suits who get tax breaks for buying yachts, while I pay more in taxes than some billion-dollar companies. Last year, they voted to give more money to the military, but when I asked about cheaper healthcare, they said “there’s no budget.” Funny how there’s always a budget for wars, never for people like me.
My neighbor lost her home last month because rent went up 30% in a year. The mayor said “that’s just the market,” but the market’s not a person—it’s a system that’s stacked against us. We’re told to “pull ourselves up by our bootstraps,” but what if your boots have holes? What if you can’t even afford bootstraps?
I used to believe if I worked hard, things would get better. Now, I just hope next month I don’t get sick, or my car doesn’t break down. This isn’t freedom—it’s fear. And I’m tired of pretending our government is looking out for anyone but the rich. When do we get to matter?
