Licensed

I didn’t realize I could get one,

thought it’s some secret club.

Was told I wasn’t allowed.

Told my feelings are invalid,

but others are allowed to complain about me

and they sure did

when they knew I would take it;

when they knew I’d say nothing

because I thought I wasn’t allowed;

thought I had to please everyone

and take abuse with a smile.

Those days are behind me.

I got my membership card

many lied to me and said

I wasn’t eligible for.

I went to the counter

to the front of the line;

said I’ve had enough,

it’s time for a big switch.

I’m finally picking up

my license to bitch.

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