My mentor calls them used days.
This one’s been a used week. I don’t know who had it first or what they’ve done to it, but it sure didn’t come to me shiny and new.
I’ve had it. I say, enough. Enough of the fearful, painful, hateful, prideful, xenophobic, homophobic, misogynistic, materialistic, fatalistic, avaricious refuse that keeps washing up on my shore. I’ve had it with the second-hand days. This is my wild and precious life and I say:
Make way. Today is fresh and new, and it’s got my name on it.
This piece was originally published Mamalode’s Enough print issue.
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