Happy Birthday to me

Let me preface this poem by saying that while I do appreciate the kind things my now family has done for my birthday, I don't really care for big deals made of it. My family of origin wasn't either. They were more interested in themselves and their other kids. So I'm not used to or comfortable with being the center of attention, especially for a birthday which everyone has one a year. I do,  however, find it a good time to pause, bookmark and consider. 


Why is it some people make 

such a big deal of their day of birth

as if they had accomplished 

some huge feat of priceless worth?


Why do they act so arrogant 

and entitled to crowns worn

instead of just recognizing 

all they did was to be born?


There are probably a lot of reasons

some of arrogance and pride

while others over celebrate

because as kids they had to hide


But strangely the hidden ones

are often the ones who don't 

celebrate themselves at all

while those who should cut back, won't  


There's something very telling 

about someone who celebrates themselves

with great gusto while expecting us  

to behave like their helper elves


It says they see themselves 

as exalted and on a higher plane

it's quite awkward to behold 

when a person is so vain


It's even more difficult for us

who were not celebrated

having to honor too high fliers 

reinforces just  how low we rated


we're already expected to honor 

everyone else at our own expense 

especially the already too puffed up

it's such hypocritical nonsense


Once I got a little boy's toy 

some birthday gift for a girl teen

then expected to share with tots

a free sitter is how I was seen


their birthdays were holy days 

of obligation and I must attend

with costly gifts I couldn't afford

they were so damned easy to offend


A $.25  stinky used shirt 

was good enough for me

they made sure I felt shunned

giving daughter two a new PC


Maybe my rant about birthdays

now makes a little more sense

their greed demanded big bucks

while begrudging me a few cents


gaslighting that I was transactional

it's not just about what we spend

but when I was doing the giving 

I'd better shell out without end


my birthday was a time for them

to humiliate, hurt and shame

I'm just happier to avoid

their crazy and cruel game


The way to heal as I see it

is to see us all as God sees 

The proud and haughty he casts down

while exalting the meek and lowlies


So for my birthday this year

I'm giving myself permission to be

done with catering to big heads

and work on enjoying being me


I'll give if it makes me feel good

but if giving hurts I will not 

the beggars can just keep begging

I've nothing more for that lot. 




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