I Get Angry
(Re: PROMISE)
I get angry
at what my life has become.
I get tired of the grind.
I get so fucking tired
but that’s not going to stop me
from putting one foot
in front of the other.
And stepping up to each day
because none of it is my kids’
fault.
What are you motherfuckers
going to tell me?
When I get angry, I know
it’s not “helpful.”
It doesn’t solve
any problems.
So where is the truth
in this moment?
You motherfuckers.
My anger at the world
my anger at all the bullshit
doesn’t matter.
My specific truth is just today.
Just what happens next.
Waking my son up for class.
Making sure my daughter
who is in so much pain
doesn’t explode.
Having my son give me a hug
just because.
My anger doesn’t mean
anything
unless I keep my promise
to make sure my kids
have their own story
to tell.
And that’s exactly
what I’m going to do.
It’s no longer about me.
So fuck the motherfucking
world.
Fuck you.
And tomorrow
we wake up
and keep doing what we do.
Because, what else can we do?
— Matthew Spira © 2020
