Dear Monday

I understand why nobody likes you. 
You’re soaking in excuses that  
drip blood and wishes of self-destruction 
all over the universe’s pristine carpet. 
You slaughter relaxation and force 
the disgusting gruel of the workweek
down our throats and into our lives. 
When you’re around, the world’s factory 
sputters alive and churns out  
responsibilities and unfinished assignments. 

 

But in all honesty, there are worse 
things than you because you are 
the sun rising on another restless day; 
you represent the gradual evolution 
leading us back to consistent normalcy.  

I despise everything you are, but  

I’ll admit that you’re the reason 
that I’m able to begin a new week. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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