The Wrong Choice
|PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot|
When I fantasied being a mother, I wasn’t expecting I’d still be living like this. But, as my mother always says, “It is what it is.” No choice now. I made that choice nine months ago. Now I have to live with it. No, now we both have to live with it, me and Melli. At least I won that contest. It would have been better if I’d won the cash, but at least I was able to sell the playpen for $50. Too bad that couple left me the trash. They looked at me like I was trash too!
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For most of us, this is an image of somewhere we wouldn't want to live, and that is how the narrator of my poem sees it, although I believe she was raised in such conditions. But, we need to realize it's more than many have, and they would see it as a blessing.