Lucky
I am lucky.
There are things
that are mine
that others don't have.
Healthcare.
Family.
Home.
Dreams.
Car.
Education.
Freedom.
Future.
All these are
mine.
Not everyone
has them.
Some people have
other things
that I don't.
Things I don't have
and
don't want.
Pain.
Loss.
Hunger.
Cold.
Exposure.
Homelessness.
Hopelessness.
I know this.
I know that I am
lucky.
This knowledge
makes me
sad.
Grateful.
Determined to
make
a change.
I will change things.
I am lucky.
But I will not
take that
for granted.
I will not
stop there
and be content
with
what I
have.
I will not
be content
until what is mine
is not mine,
but ours.
I will not
be content until
my blessings
are the
blessings of
everyone.
Until everyone
is lucky.
Because these
blessings
shouldn't be
blessings.
They shouldn't
be for the
privileged few.
They should
be for
everyone.
And I will
be
damned
if I leave this world
without doing my
absolute best
to see that happen.
I am lucky.
I am not complacent.
I am not satisfied.
I will not be satisfied
until being "lucky"
isn't lucky. It's
normal.