Empty Purse

I was invited to a movie night out with my friends

It was Friday, it would do none of us harm.

This was our time to have fun and forget

To not comprehend

The theorems in math or the writing that cramps up my arm.

 

Then I looked in my purse, but this made me upset.

Unfortunately, I had no money to spend

Just two pennies and a strand of lint.

I thought asking my mom would be my charm

Instead, she gave me a strange gaze, a threat

Her eyes telling me, “Get a job this weekend.''

 

My head turned on a burning alarm

That made my entire body sweat.

I was no longer a kid,

I was a young adult who needed a job.

My parents who raised me won't always be there,

They want me to learn to be an adult and fend for myself.

 

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