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Poetry
It's Not Fun
I used to do the laundry every night
I used to
feed the dogs and play with them
I used to get the mail before anyone
else
But now all of that's changed.
I don't do the laundry because I
hurt
I don't feed the dogs or play with them
I am the last to see the
mail, because of my pain
Oh Oh Oh Oh You don't know how it feels
You
know how much I push myself (push myself)
You may say all I do is bitch and
cry (bitch and cry)
But you have no right. How dare you question
me
All I do is sit on my computer, it is my only friend
All I
do is wish, dream, and think of a new life
All I so is watch comedy shows,
trying to laugh
There are tougher men and women out there
They've
fought fires, earthquakes, and hurricanes
There are tougher men and women
out there
They have fought for our freedoms and our rights
Those are
the ones I wish I were.
To be able to fight for what I've got is what I
want
But instead
I don't do the laundry because I hurt
I don't
feed the dogs or play with them
I am the last to see the mail, because of
my pain
You may say that I need to push myself
Get a job, go to a
club, get out on my own
And I say to you that if I could do that, I
would
If only I could have a job, go to a club, and be on my
own
It's no fun not being able to play with your niece and
nephews
It's no fun not being able to clean my room
It's not fun riding
in a handicap cart at Wal-Mart
So I ask from you
Yeah I need
cash.
Yeah I need a roof over my head.
Yeah I need a vehicle.
But
what I want most is something everyone can give and that's just love and
understanding
If you can't give it to me, then I'll sit and wonder
why
Why did I thought you would care 2 cents about me
Why have I been
stricken with such a horrible disease
It's no fun not being able to
play with your niece and nephews
It's no fun not being able to clean my
room
It's not fun riding in a handicap cart at Wal-Mart
Sincerely
Yours,
Mr. Michael Weaver, Jr.,
[email protected]
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