No thank you, I don't want to be a bitter bitch.
No thank you, I don't want to be a premie, have polio, rheumatic fever AND an aneurysm.
No thank you to the Rageaholic father and Self-effacing mother.
And a real no thank you to weighing only seventy pounds and wearing a back brace.
No thank you to your saccharine sympathy, I expect respect for being a survivor.
No thank you to your color coded prejudging statements.
No thank you, I do not accept your opinion of me.
No thank you to your slippery morsels of talking down to me as if I were mentally disabled, not just physically unable.
No thank you World, to all the crap you dish out on a daily basis.
I refuse it.
I do not accept that I have no choice.
No thank you!
See me turn my back and walk away.
No thank you, I don't want a receipt.
No thank you, I'll drive.
No thank you, I don't need a sack.
No thank you,
"I'm good."
1 comment:
Hurray and Amen!! Great piece.
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