For context I've always been outwardly - a bit scruffy looking. I've had problems with my teeth all my life and obviously can't spend the thousands needed to fix them up to perfect pearly whiteness so I can't hide my social status behind clothes I can barely afford. My only dream in life is to make enough money to sort them.

By comparison I've worked in a small shop in a poor community. The people who come in couldn't be happier to speak to me and treat me as an equal without question, instead of acting like I'm annoyance who dare plague their day with my presence. The poverty I've seen I couldn't begin to tell you. The unhappiness I've had to see everyday on the face of 40 year old balding guys wondering what their life has gone was endless completely broken and dejected, dissolusioned by society. Fully aware that any effort they've ever made to enact social and political change for their betterment has been futile. The lie they have been spun apparent to them, by they dare not talk about it, as talking means to give it power and that would only crush them further. Every day my heart would break for these people, but they where only a minority.

The majority still had the spark of life about them. They'd go to work another day like the last in the hope that something would change, eventually something would happen for them. And even if it didn't they'd refuse to let it get them down. They'd die poor but they'd at least die loved having spend every moment clinging to what little happiness they could find. Those people where endearing beyond belief. I wish I was half the person some of them where. Society allows people to be weighed and judged by the contents of their wallet is categorically not their fault. It's everyone elses but they don't try and place blame on other people people, they just get on with it. I'm the exception, I'm one of the cunts, I hate rich people and fully blame them for their contempt for human weakness. But they, people much better then me, in the most endearing of human qualities, get on with it. A 10p increase in the price of bread could be another crushing blow to their spirit yet they carry on.

If I could give these people what they deserve and need at the expense of what the rich have taken for them selves I would without question.