I have intentions

I am so blessed, to have not been brought up in a third world country.
The weightless value of the money I hold here in my hand has been passed around continuously; it smells crisp and ostentatious.

Wealthy people have carried this on them, and discarded it through some act of unlegitimate desire
or perhaps this came from a poorer fellow, struggling to keep the roof over his perplexed head.
Drug dealers and people with diseases have touched this cash. Dirty money.

I feel so blessed to have an evident kind nature, people chose to admire, and I like that.
Also, my determined sanctity for equality.
A stupendous positive outlook for those who I want to help. If I could.

They say money doesn't buy you happiness
I'm thinking, lots of people wish they could be more generous.
Tenacious indulgence; This materialistic world.
I want to crush it; I want it to explode and bloom into forests not additives.

What is needed in order to make a difference?
Spirit? Intelligence? Popularity? Riches?
I know I've made my choice; for a better place, a better me.
I have intentions.