Hurry up! Hurry up!
You find yourself shouting
When your kids don’t know
You’ve lost your job
And you’re worried
Worried about missing the bus
The bus that will take you to an appointment
An appointment you mustn’t be late for
And you know
You know all to well
That shouting slows them down
And stresses them out
And it isn’t fair
But you mustn’t be late
Mustn’t be late
Hurry up! Hurry up!
They don’t know
Just don’t know
Shouldn’t have to know
What a mortgage is
What health insurance is
What happens when you don’t pay your bills
They just know
Their mom is shouting
Hurry up! Hurry up!
And you see their guilt
And confusion
As you shout
Hurry up! Hurry up!
Through your tears

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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