The Mormon Visitors
"the Mormon visitors"
I told her happiness was a choice.
I told her she was in control of the view
she possesses, I told her to believe me
because I had chosen to be happy myself
and it had worked without question and
no regrets.
Mormons came to her door to tell her
about God, her daughter answered the door
and gave them her mother's name, quickly
followed with, “just let me get her.”
after some lying about her plans, their
conversation was over and they left.
when the door closed, out came the rage
Marie keeps inside and then, the release of
her mouth.
“don't you ever tell anyone my name, what
the f@#$% is wrong with you?”
her daughter caught my eyes and fell into
embarrassment. Marie sat back on the love
seat enraged and shaking that the Mormons
knew her name and gave it to God.
she looked over at me, my chin tucked in,
my eyebrows high, I remained silent.
she’d shout angrily: “I f@#$%ing hate those
people, f@#$%ing happy and s@#$. there
aren't enough things in this world to make
you happy. not everything in this f@#$%ing
world is happy.”
I told her happiness is a choice.
her daughter and I stood there looking at
each other. I sat there wondering why this
woman chose to be unhappy, her daughter
stood there understanding her maturity at
12 was greater than her mother’s at 36.
the Mormons were turned away, the
daughter was a mockery, the mother,
a victim of herself.
as for me, well,
I got the opportunity to photograph it.
By: Chicano Eddie
9.3.18
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2019
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