Student Intern: Austin Iglesias
Social class has its barriers.
Whether it be poverty or health inequity,
None are too tough for me.
Like a lighthouse guides a boat,
I help others find their new hope.
Battling injustices can wear me out.
Relishing the small victories sustains my fervor.
This is me a social worker.
In this poem, I started it off with the word social and ended it with worker to encompass the roll that a social worker plays in the community.