The Good Life

Every parent I’ve known, who’ve gotten
the opportunity to come to America,
came here and worked to make a better way
for themselves and other members of their family.
Not so for the mother who didn’t raise me,
it’s the total opposite reaction. I don’t know
if she feels owed or what, knowing she’s not
up in age and can work to take care of herself,
I don’t see why she’s not motivated. Instead,
she retires on her back all-day and craves
the good life she’s always dreamed of achieving.

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