Poverty Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Jemima said again. "We're poor; we don't have anything, although actually... that's not a problem." She continued, sounding desperate. "What's with your attitude?" Julian asked out of curiosity. Jemima glanced at the man while shrugging her shoulders. "You said it's not a problem. Is poverty not a problem for you?" Julian asked again. Jemima nodded firmly, "of course." She replied. "Oh yeah, then... if you're poor, if you want medical treatment, if you want to eat well, if you want anything, isn't it difficult? Isn't it sad?" Julian asked.

“I don’t really like him so I don’t mind.” “But when you said that his mother is annoying you Mommy, I think it’s because she also thinks that you are poor” Jack explained his side. “Ohh..is that so?” she was pondering how to explain the concept of rich and poor to her son when she heard the warm voice of Mark. “No, we are not poor.” “Son, come here” Mark chuckled and waited for Jack to sit beside him. “To some people, being poor means you don’t have enough money to live a comfortable life”

In debt, No more expensive cars, No more expensive spending, no more servants. All my life I had lived rich and now I was actually going to be that disgusting word POOR. My brain not being able to take all this in, I fainted right on the spot.

"How do you think we should handle this, then, Mrs. Emerson?" Mom lowered her gaze to the smashed, ruined cake on the floor and looked back up at me. "Word is people from poor mountain gullies spend their whole lives pinching pennies and hate wasting things the most. Why don't you get on your knees and eat everything on the floor clean for me?" The guests around us watched the scene unfold, whispering and murmuring among themselves. Their gazes surged toward me like a tide, weighing down on me so heavily that I could barely breathe.

I sat on the sofa in the dark and ate my bread and cold cuts, taking a few sips from my bottle of water. Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty the way I have, practically all my life, living with an uncle who gambled 24/7, I know how costly it is to be poor. Honestly, I didn’t realize just how expensive it was until Blake abandoned me and left me almost penniless and homeless.

"We're tight, Jae. Not poor. Poverty is a state of mind. Tight is just a state of the bank account. There's a difference." "What's the difference?" "Poor means you give up," he'd said, sliding a stack of quarters into a roll. "Tight just means you do the math longer than other people have to. You find the number. You always find the number, even when it feels like there isn't one." "What if there isn't one?"

I was sucked into some game world with 99 other people. The system's robotic voice announced, "Welcome, all 100 players, to the Survival of the Poorest. Starting funds: 50 dollars. Objective: Survive 7 days inside the game. The winner gets one million dollars in prize money! Overspending, dying, or stepping outside the designated area will be treated as a forfeit, and you will carry one million dollars in debt." The voice paused for a moment. Then, with a sly tone, it continued, "Now then, do any cowards want to back out?"

"What does being poor mean to you?" "I don’t know. Why don’t you explain it to me?" "Being poor means struggling to meet basic needs like food, shelter, and healthcare. It often involves living paycheck to paycheck, with limited resources and opportunities," she explained, hoping he grasped the concept, but he only stared at her, confused. "Kaiden." "I don’t understand what you just said. How does being poor prevent you from having a phone and a laptop?" Kailani couldn’t hold back her laughter. She had never met anyone as ignorant as Kaiden. Where in the world was he raised? Don’t they have poor people in his country?

Now she was confused and unable to think clearly as a series of thoughts started coursing through her mind. "You can’t answer that question." Mrs. Griffin continued when she didn’t get a response from Reese. "What do they do? Why can’t you tell us? Come on; don’t be shy. You might get lucky, and we might employ them and end their misery because they probably pick dirt for a living." "Mom!" Axel snapped. "Stop that!" "Why?" She raised a brow. "Poverty is obviously deeply rooted in her family." She flicked her gaze at Axel. "You can’t marry her. She's a gold digger who is ashamed of what her parents do."

"What?" "My daughter," he snarled, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "She is walking around in shoes that are falling apart. Why?" "Because that’s all I can afford!" I hissed back, tears stinging my eyes. "I work two jobs, Jordan! I pay for daycare, rent, food. Shoes are a luxury we can't always have." "I am worth billions," he said, shaking his head as if he couldn't comprehend the concept of poverty. "My children should have the world at their feet"