When you have water filling your mouth, 

sloshing down your throat, 

trickling streams from your faucet 

at your own command;

when you complain 

about the showers that provide green 

to your lawn—

remember that there are kids 

that pray for a lick of rain,

whose lives are underscored

by a persistent thirst.

When you groan about the 

food that nourishes you—

remember that there are kids

with rib cages so defined, 

you can count them through their flesh.

When you whine about your 

monetary value—

remember that there are kids

working 9-5 for your spare change.

When you look at your own life 

through lenses of bitterness and contempt—

remember that to be reading 

this, you were gifted with an education, 

millions would die for.