tell the world you're grumpy, mad, bad...
life as you know it is over, what's for breakfast.
From married to single, or "It's complicated."
Status once meant social class, rank,
hierarchy, prestige. Green Card. Deployed.
Maybe the new meaning comes closer to real.
Status isn't set at birth, determined by education,
a semi-permanent state. Status comes from within.
What am I now, this moment? Sane? Crazy?
Serene, psychic, settled, so-so, soaring?
Am I drowning in doubt and discontent
or setting out to new heights of cognizance,
of accomplishment, of compassion?
Status comes from within. I can change it
for worse or for better.
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