If They Knew: A Crappy Poem I Did Not Edit

And everybody wants to tell you
You’re doing it wrong
When their wrong is the best you can do
with a kid and no husband
with a story and no mother
with a dream and the map that leads you nowhere

And it was the same one your father had
And do they know the bareness of an empty Christmas tree

Or thinking Tony Roma’s is fancy

When they yell at you for a plastic straw

Because you found two dollars in the pockets of the thrice passed down sweatpants you spend your days thumbing

And you felt like a coffee was something you deserved

No, needed

Because you’ve been tired

And the cotton twists in your finger tips

And you think, “This whole damn life has been recycled”

And everybody wants to tell you

You’re doing it wrong
And if they knew

If they knew