Being poor as a youth bothered the hell out of me. I had the whole shebang: lots of nights with no hot water, no snacks, always on the free lunch program and having the white, well-off kids laugh at me and shyt within earshot, food banks every Sunday, roaches all in the crib, etc.
What made it worse is that my city was right next to a major army base, so the kids of those soldiers were relatively cozy while I was a fukking serf in comparison.
I'll never forget my first day of summer school following my 11th grade year when this rich, mixed girl whipped out of the parking lot in her dad's Maserati with the top down. I deadass cried, knowing that it'd be years for me to get to that level, if ever.
I held a lot of resentment towards my parents for years.