From Here to There

30/30 Poetry Challenge

How do I get from here to there
without a car?
I did all the right things~
Paid my note, my insurance...
I had a license~
Yet you, a woman who cannot even read our signs,
who never bothered to take the test to drive-
You decided that fateful morn to get into a car
and drive it into the side of my boyfriend
on his way to work....
Thank whoever that he is okay...
But the black and blues you left on him
and days of work he had to miss to recover
are taking food from my children's mouth.
Doesn't red mean stop even in your language?
So, how am I supposed to get my 2 kids
from here to there?
You not only took my wheels
but my freedom too.
Now all I have is my feet
and the great huge hearts of my friends who's will sometimes come and pick us up.
You have your car,
(well whats left of it that you didn't leave slammed into my passenger door),
your lack of license
and your uncaring attitude to do it all over again.
How does it feel to have my freedom
revolving under your illegal wheels?
It certainly doesn't feel good here
as my feet ache and my pride slumps
whenever I have to figure out how to get
from here to there.

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