I Wish I Had the Balls To Tell Them How I Really Felt
To the guy who saw me carrying packages galore,
who swiftly stepped in front of me and didn’t hold the door. . .
To the girl in front of me whose cart was filled with food,
who saw me with ONE item, yet kept her spot (so rude). . .
To the people who won’t take my calls or even phone me back
when I really need to talk with them (what courtesy they lack) . . .
To workers in charge of urgent service I require,
who brush me off, rip me off or imply I’m a liar. . .
To people with no patience or any sympathy
for those like me who sometimes struggle with technology. . .
To those who harbor prejudice, whose hearts no one can melt,
I wish I had the balls to tell them how I really felt.
Aug. 13, 2018
for Line Gauthier's I Wish I Had the Balls to Tell Them How I Really Felt Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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