quick to forget

Get Grateful, Girl!

Look here, Little Girl, 

            I know your mama dead and all

                            so I will have to give you a 'mama talk' myself.

    You are quick to forget. Did you forget eating a can of green beans for dinner? Biking home in the cold, dark at 11 p.m. through downtown after work? Making your little $9.00 an hour? Crying in the work-gym shower? Walking out of Aldi's empty handed? Filling up on the free bread and water while a man, across the table, drained your bank account? How could you forget the feeling of hunger? Forget bills paid a few days late every month? Groveling and begging on the phone for just a little more time? How could you forget?

    Those days are long fucking gone. Then who do you think you are? Do you know how lucky you are? Do you think everyone gets a magical blond bunny in their yard? Do you think that blond bunny never panics? Never struggles? Do you think you are exempt? Are you so delusional to think you, alone, should have a life with not one moment discomfort? Do you think you better than a bunny? Do you?

    Look above you! Are there any hawks circling the sky? Is there a single threat? Are you at war? Are you abused? Where is your injury? Are you really making this up right now? Are you? Is there even one thing genuinely, unequivocally, indisputably 'bad' in you life? Why are you crying? Why are you choosing sadness again and again? When there is nothing to be sad for a minute about? Do you not see this sweet life star-bursting around you?

    Look around you! What even is good enough for you then? Why don't you burn your forty kinds of socks if you are going to be insolent like that? Do you not like this brand new roof? Are your painted nails and new dress not enough? Do you realize that your mother never owned a new car in her life? How you gonna pout when it's time for an oil change you can afford? Lament an hour of lost time? What were you gonna do anyway, baby? My! How do your ancestors feel watching you complain over finding a good house in this market when they were a step above squatters? Don't you know Papaw never did get the leak fixed? Is it raining into your house? How you gonna eat good for the first time in your life only to whine that you gettin' fat? Is this not what you wanted? 

You are not the shit and you are not a piece of shit. 

                           You are just grey, in-between, middle. 

                                                  And that's ok. Maybe good.

                                                            Quit being so quick to forget.

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SO DO FUCKING BETTER.

Get Grateful, Girl!