If I Had Enough Money

I wouldn’t spend most of my time stressing about not having enough money.

I would have a car.

I could always afford food.

I could make and get to doctors appointments.

I could actually get treatment for my multiple disabilities.

I wouldn’t have had to go off my meds because getting to a psychiatrist is an impossibility.

I would buy a new LEGO set every week to play with my child.

I would have enough furniture. I don’t have a couch or end tables or chairs. I have beds.

I would probably be stoned a lot because it’s Colorado and I have to under medicate because it’s expensive.

I would give money to friends so they wouldn’t have to freak out either.

I’d have new clothes that actually fit, from under clothes to coats.

I would have more than two pair of shoes. So would my child.

I would live in a safe neighborhood with good schools without having to sacrifice everything else to barely afford it.

I would have a gym membership.

I would have a babysitter.

My child would have his own cell phone.

I could afford to make friends and date and pay my own way instead of feeling like a burden.

I could have a life.

But I’m poor so that’s nothing but a dream.