There is a flaw in our system. One that we see everyday but choose to ignore. The fact that people, like you and I, are being abused, under appreciated and used. Who are they? They are the ones behind counters at your favorite store in malls littered everywhere, the barasitas we get annoyed with when they spell our names wrong, they are you and I. The struggling humans at the bottom who are consistently given less to feed into a system designed,by nature, to profit the ones at the top. The ones deemed less than cause they get paid a non liveable wage and expected to comply in fear that they can-and will-have their hours slashed or more realistically, fired. No, im not writing to bitch about a job I willingly participated in, I'm bitching because this flaw that is affecting me, is affecting people in worse positions than me.
I am a stereotype. Not by choice, but when is anything ever by choice in our lives? I am a black boy, living in a single parent household that is currently living under the poverty line. I've moved more times than I can count due to evictions because there simply wasn't enough money to go around; the classic, will we eat or will we pay this month's rent? We get by due to small amounts of government assistance, something I've always despised, but is a necessary evil, because when you have no choice-you take what you can get. Every single thing I've said above is true, can't be avoided, just the cards I've been dealt with. I don't complain- or try not to when I know there are ceartin things that I do have, just typing this says I have access to wifi. Still, there are things that I should be able to control but can't. a recent job that I'm still employed at has recently decided to slash my hours to the point where it honestly begs the question if i should show up at all. It was supposed to be a perfect idea, get a job to lift burdens off of my mom, to try and begin to break the role the world expects me to play. However, with the lack of hours, the money I've needed to help is no longer there-giving everything I have to help her. Not much anymore, but it's what I can. Explaining this is not to inspire pity for me, it's part of a larger idea: that I'm still home with a mom in a home for the moment. I go to school, have internet, enough food for me and my family to have for the most part. In a world sense, I need to shut the hell up. But there are people, like me, not in the situation I'm in. Providing for maybe just themselves or entire families with not enough money to actually provide.
How do companies expect people not in beneficial life situations to survive off of less than ten hours a week at minimum wage? A average apartment in this part of Ohio, in a less than desirable part of any local town, is around five hundred dollars. I personally wouldn't make enough in a month to covert any of it, half at best. So how do these companies expect anyone to live off the, let's be frank, bread crumbs they leave behind? It makes me sick that people who work fifty hour weeks will still barely have enough to ensure they have a place to lay their heads. The constant fear of coming home and not having lights or heat, at especially this time of the year, is something anyone who makes less than twenty thousand a year or anything under fifty can attest to.
So my question is this: why do we, at the bottom, break our necks for nine dollars a hour for part time hours, only to come home or go nowhere only to stay at the bottom?
I know it's youthful thinking to think it's possible to change a unbalanced system, but ask yourself this: if we know these injustices occur, why do we let them? Why do we roll over, let these huge organizations jerk us around so they can take another vacation, give themselves another raise?
When will we be able to thrive, and not just survive? I don't have the answers, but I'm tired of allowing people who work until their bones ache, go home and have to worry if they'll have to choose feeding their children or keeping the lights on. I'm tired of playing into a system that, on the surface, will always win.
I don't have much, but I'm willing to fight. So we can thrive, not just survive. To begin to fix or even break the system even more, if it leads to true, positive change.