An ode to capitalism and healing
by makayla-shea
Woke up this morning
65 cents in the bank
You’d think I’d be learning
To keep more in the tank
One look in savings
$2.65 hadn’t learned much yet
And yet still these cravings
Led me to store where I would go get
All the things I didn’t need
To fill this void inside of me
Smoking way too much weed
Never letting myself just be
I’d finally learn
A lesson that takes years
To master, I’d look for what I yearn
And I’d trust that I always have enough
And over and over
This trust has been proven true
Here I am, taking care of her
The little girl inside, something new
And by the days end
My bank account wasn’t looking
As incredibly thin
I was taken care of, again