Pizza & Me


When I was a kid
Having Pizza was a true Experience…
Seriously.
Really it was…
Because
When you’re poor…and on Food Stamps
Pizza
Becomes a very special treat
Because it comes in a box
And it’s Delivered
And it’s Hot
And it’s Oh, so Cheesy…
You know the kind of cheese
That
Stretches when you pull it?
OMG!
Yep, it was very special
It SCREAMED
I am not
CHEAP…
I ordered OUT!
I felt like a Princess
Like Royalty…
Years later and I’m
Facing that same cheese
I have money now
I’m not so poor
Or
Really Struggling
I have clothes on my back
Gas in my truck
But that damn Pizza
Still depicts my life…
Am I poor?
No.
But am I?
Because I haven’t grown?
Wait…
I ponder that thought.
I’m content.
I’m happy.
Maybe that is what rich truly is…
I dunno…I don’t care-
Because…I‘m finally smiling
And Pretty happy…
I might be Rich
I might be Poor
It really doesn’t matter
Because Hungry-is Hungry
The difference though?
I
Am
Finally
Happy…and Accepting…my Fate
I
Am
Finally
And
Truly
Satisfied.
No longer Hungry
But ready to take on the World.

Advertisements

Got something to say? :)

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s