Living Life

I was told once that I wasn’t living life.
I wasn’t living life because
I wasn’t married,
and I didn’t have kids.
I never knew that’s what defined
my life,
me.
Whether or not I have a man on my side
and children to tend to.
So what gives my life meaning,
my life worth,
ME worth,
is other people,
basically.
Not me alone.
I don’t mean sh*t.
Unless I have a man on my side
and children to tend to.
Well, I’m sorry.
Let me go grab some guy off the street
so I can start
living life.

-Sonja Jackson, OpenHeartTin

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