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Why We Are Complainers
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Problems with Society I spent my sick day
listening to slam poetry on Youtube.
I loved finding new poems
that would inspire me to write one.
When auto play began the next poem
and I read the title "Complainers"
I just though to myself,
Shit here comes the hate.
I, myself, complain a lot!
About pathetic things too
like how my hair takes over two hours to dry
or how going in to work today sucked.
And I was fine with complaining
until he told me to quit it
all because other people have it worse.
Apperciate that you are alive
and not swimming through crocodile infested water.
I'm sorry, sir
but I did not have enough money to put myself in a situation
where my bungee jump cord would snap over this water.
Maybe I have to complain about my hair
because I can't afford a blow dryer.
Maybe when I complain about work
it is because I don't trust my father alone with my family.
Maybe I complain about little things
because I don't want to talk about
the reasons behind it.
Maybe as a kid no one wanted to talk to me
and the only way to be noticed
is to mention what going wrong.
Thats all people seem to care about anyways.
Maybe I complain about waking up early
because insomnia keep me up
until the bags under my eyes have bags.
Maybe I begun to pretend that school was my biggest issue
instead of the fact that I am being bullies.
But no, homework is the most of my problems.
People are complaining
because they don't talk about
the bigger picture.
Like how coming home late
means another black eye
and maybe some more broken bones.
Like how at night
the blankets strangle you,
depression tieing you to your bed.
Maybe we complain
because we aren't actually alive.
So next time you sir
hear your friend complain
do not tell her
"get over it"
like you did in your poem.
Because that bridge
is probably taller
than you think.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Dear poet who complained about complainers, get over it! 
