Help Yourself

I’m trying…

I’m trying hard to understand…

How another woman, or man…

With their own two feet and hands

Can…

Ask for a handout.

I mean, I’m not talking about unique circumstances

People in need…

With, things happening

Unforeseen

That need help for something they didn’t plan out..

I’m talking about the…

Fully capable.

More than able.

The, “can I hold $200? I’ll pay you back”

But when you reach out…

They’re unavailable

I’ve served all kinds of gestures

Because…

Helping has always been my pleasure

But there’s a clear line we need to define

The line drawn between,

You and I…

You see…

Because I remember days my account was over drafted

And days where I needed money

And didn’t have it

Days, stressing, not knowing what to do

When I had nothing to my name

And all of my bills were due…

And I appreciate those who extended themselves

To help me out..

Those are the same people I take care of

Because I’m better now

And every debt I ever owed or favor that I asked

Was paid back with interest and tax.

So…this is why…I don’t understand

How a woman or man

Would feel comfortable asking for help

When they are not willing to help themselves

And they’d rather not work, be lazy and free

And ask for favors, and offer false promises

They’ll never keep

And in no way

Am I better than or superior to those

I just know about principles

And hard work that goes…

Into supporting and providing for me, myself and I

The same thing everyone is capable of, so I..

Put my hands behind my back

I can’t help those type of people.

The people that take advantage

And come around only when they need you

I can’t fend for people

Who don’t fend for themselves

The only thing I can offer…

Is to help you, help yourself.