I spent nearly six years homeless, in part because I have an incurable medical condition. The point of view of the piece is informed by firsthand experience, not prejudice nor judgment against people like myself.
I have spent a lot of years desperately trying to convince people to support my Patreon or leave tips for my blog writing. I get a lot of feedback that I write well, but I also get told a lot "go get a Real Job, writing simply doesn't pay."
I was very open about my problems when I was homeless. The vast majority of the time, it got me open hostility, not aid and support. If people threw money at me every single time I mentioned how dire my situation was, I could have paid cash for a house ages ago.
That's not how that works.
Once in a while, people would take pity on me and kick a few bucks my way. But I lived under constant suspicion that the only possible reason I talked about my reality was that I was de facto soft begging.
I would much, much rather be paid for my writing than kicked a few bucks out of pity occasionally. It would be vastly better for both my bottom line and my sense of self.