Income vs mouths to feed....
I was legit poor in the 80s then.
4 of us and only my father worked. We ate the butter on saltines.. Syrup sandwiches, government cheese, powdered milk, making toast on the bottom rack of the oven.. I've turned the T.V with the pliers, and slept with the space heater in the room.. And I got more poor stories that we lived through to write a novel with..
But despite all of that, we never thought we were poor.. I mean we didn't have money saved up, and we met all of those metrics you guys post around here about poverty. I never heard my parents complain about W.S keeping us back.. All I've ever seen from them was a consistent hustle... We appreciated what we had, and all ways strived for more.. And if we didn't get the best, we were always happy for those that did achieve and lived a prosperous life.
People can shape their own perception of poverty for themselves.. Or those who oppress you can shape your perception for you.. Only a value system can help shape that perception..