My family sits all around
as I begin to open my presents
another year older and yet
two more steps behind
“When will you get married?”
“Why are you studying English?”
“How do you expect to make a living?”
“Writing won’t pay the bills.”
When did such a beautiful time
become such a nightmare?
I always seem to be the butt of the jokes
every holiday season
“Right now, I am focusing on me.”
“I love English that’s why.”
“I’ll figure it out, I always do.”
“It keeps me alive, doesn’t it?”
Isn’t the holiday supposed to be
a time of joy?
Maybe, I am the reason it isn’t
After all, who wants to spend the holidays alone?