I grew up in South Florida, and my family was pretty poor. We weren't your upper-class whites by any means.
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I grew up in a very large, poor family.
My family didn't have any money growing up. I'm just a girl from the ghetto; from Indio, California.
I grew up in a very modest house. We were poor-we lived on the poverty level. We all got jobs as young kids.
My family was a poor farming family, and we lived under absolute segregation.
I was born on a plantation, and things weren't so good. We didn't have any money. I never thought of the word 'poor' 'til I got to be a man, but when you live in a house that you can always peek out of and see what kind of day it is, you're not doing so well. And your rest room is not inside the house.
My mom grew up in poverty in Oklahoma - like Dust Bowl, nine people in one room kind of place - and the way she got out of poverty was through education. My dad grew up without a dad, with very little and he also made his way out through education.
You know, when you're poor and you have a bunch of kids in your family, you don't know that everybody's not poor.
I grew up very poor in rural Alabama.
We were growing up in West Virginia. Everybody was poor there in the southern part of the state. It was like growing up in the Great Depression from the stories I hear people tell. Everybody was poor and so we didn't know that we were any different from anybody else.
If you must know, my parents came from pretty hardscrabble backgrounds in the southern Midwest. I certainly didn't grow up poor, but I did spend my 20s and early 30s juggling temp jobs and choking on massive student-loan debt.