Freestyle 8 "White lies"

I confess of all the books I've read, a poetry book never made the list. after reading these poem I may have to rethink that. I have always had trouble with reading poetry. The paraphrasing technique worked great.
I loved the poem by Natasha Trenthewey "White Lies" (2000) I read this and easily identified with this person. I am sure some others may have also. After reading this poem I reflected on my childhood. We lived in a trailer park. In seventh grade social studies I was told people who live in trailer parks were of the lower class. I did not tell a soul for the next two years I lived in a trailer park. I told them I lived in a house. As an adult I would not trade the memories from that park for all the money in the world, but at the time it was like living in hell for me. To my eternal regret I onced mentioned this to my mother, my ear still hurts.

No more apartment it is all gone,
we baught a trailer in a park with a lawn.
We live in a trailer, my family and me,
a trailers not a house, how can that be?