I try, But Still Cry
I feel hopeless.
Dad's out of work.
I'm trying to get myself through school.
I cry.
Too much.
Trying to make ends meet.
It's not just me who is in this position.
It's a lot of people.
Maybe you're one of them.
Who knows.
But I cry.
It's not just me.
It's my sisters and brother too.
Two jobs.
Denied by so many loan companies.
Assholes.
Your parents probably fed you with a silver spoon.
Maybe it was gold.
I still cry.
My spoon was wooden.
I made it.
I have always provided for myself.
No one gets it.
40 hour work weeks at 19.
Who am I?
I'm Jane.
I'm strong.
I'm a fighter.
A lover.
An educated classy woman.
A ballerina.
An artist.
That cries.