Perspective.

Yes, I'm sorry your boyfriend hasn't called 

And I'm sorry your gym membership ran out 

I'm sorry your cell phone was too expensive 

But mostly I'm sorry you haven't figured out 

Your boyfriend, the gym, your cellphone too 

Millions of people wish they could be you 

children who sleep under malaria nets

strung to protect them while they rest

Families washing themselves in filth 

No running water or plumbing, and you complain still 

Your shower's not warm enough 

Your classes are too hard 

You're sore from your workout 

Your stylist dyed you too dark

Forgive me for finding no common ground 

with people without s**t to complain about 

It's not that hard to look around and be grateful 

For all of the things that have made you so hateful 

I've never understood how someone can wake 

In their bed, with their health, and not take time to thank 

the circumstance and dumb luck that put them in that place 

But still they complain, and they can look me in the face 

Thinking I know how they feel, because I seem okay 

They haven't been where I've been 

They haven't slept where I've slept 

in an unfinished basement, sharing my bed 

a mattress on the floor, for my parents, brother, and I 

but i thought it was normal, that was my life 

I'd step through the sheet that ran ceiling to floor 

to play with my cousins, and I was grateful some more 

Because I had these cousins, and It wasn't a foster home 

I wasn't afraid and I wasn't alone 

Since then all of my blessings, I've counted 

I change my situation before I complain about it 

I wake up and thank the universe for being okay 

Because I know what a big deal it is to be awake