The Turn

Ive never been afraid to work
to scrub the floors or shovel dirt
Not so entitled that I won't
While others scoff and some just don't

Never in all of history
Has a thing caused such anxiety
This capital economy
Where absolutely nothings free

I labor and I toil each day
because there's always bills to pay
Convince myself I'm not a slave
Because I got to eat today

But ah there are a certain kind
that boil my blood and blow my mind
They're given chances every time
When not impressed they cry and whine

While I am in survival mode
to ensure that my daughters clothed
I hear a cry " No not that car!"
The 15 year old explodes


Or how about a special treat
like when they say "lets go to eat"
You scrounge for pennies in the seat
make up a lie go home and eat

Ive watched so many get and get
spoiled like milk left out to set
never appreciating it
Taking all with no regret

Am I bitter you may ask?
How they sit on their pampered ass
while I stand in line for 2.00 gas
Im punished while they get a pass

yes its true in jest it makes me burn
I know what they do is not my concern
Im not alone in suffered spurn
I just want to know when is my turn

Not to be handed free
but just for some security
when things happen not because of me
to have that kind of family

for an example a moody boss
has a bad day gives you the toss
you can't pay rent, too bad your loss
denied a loan with fingers crossed

you had a child and father split
now you know you cannot quit
no child support you take the hit
to keep her safe from all his shit

you look at her deep in her eyes
you do your best you really try
you go without and never lie
the waters cut your well runs dry

This poem isn't just for me
If you've been there I know you see
I want our turn, for us to breathe
Stress to drop and pain to ease

These time are hard yes that's true
As suicidal thoughts run through
Trust me love , called Death til Blue
but I hope you get your good turn too.