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The Echoes of Poverty: Composing Lives in Higher Education

by elaberge,

I scrub my skin raw, but I can’t wash away the stain of poverty; it is deeply embedded in my self-identity. The shame was bearable until university- a place I believed was never meant for people like me. Now, I live in fear of being outed, and ousted.” This is part of my personal biography; I come from intergenerational poverty.

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