This poem portrays upper class women who are doing "charity work." The only reason they agreed to "help" was for the publicity for doing something for others. The women in the poem do not really care about the people they are supposed to be helping; if they did care, then they would not be so eager to leave and reenter their comfortable lifestyle, and their luxurious home. They do not realize that these poor people cannot escape this hell. They need assistance to get back of their feet again.
To be honest, this poem reminds my of "Housewives of New York," because in that show, even though they are raising money through charity events, the women running them are not doing it for the poor, or the charity. They do it for the fame and publicity. They set up the charity events as if it is their own party, and the focus is never really set on the charity, but what they are wearing to the event, and when the hairdresser will be arriving at their house. I think that it is great that they are doing something of the community, but I think that it may be done for the wrong reasons.
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Bernadette



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