POETRY

I’m Lucky

Without even trying. I was born this way. Now what?

Does it sound like I’m bragging to say that I am lucky?

A four-leaf clover has nothing on me.

Rabbits with feet as long as your arm

Chase their good luck all over the farm

but they can’t compete with yours truly.

I’m lucky.

I get it.

I win.

Rose colored glasses and good attitudes

Fail to compete with lucky dudes

or ladies

I’m lucky

I get it.

I won.

First prize in the contest of life.

First world.

First options.

Real choice.

I’m lucky.

I get it.

I won.

When God rolled the dice and landed me here

First world and all that

No war.

White skin.

Nothing to fear.

But I do, against all advice.

I worry.

I struggle.

I screw it all up.

I can’t get it right.

But I want to, you know.

I want to redeem it.

I got into this show with one lucky ticket.

I’m lucky to be here.

Loaded with gifts.

I get it.

I made it.

Now that I’m here, popcorn in hand, unsure where to stand.

I want to go home.

I’m lucky.

I get it.

And I want out.

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