No this post is not about the cartoon superhero Underdog, it’s about you and I. The underdogs in everyday life. In my previous post “Even heroes have the right to bleed”, I talked about our superheros having a human side that we don’t see. This post is about you and I, the underdogs that society ignores, our anthem should be Moving Pictures’ song “What about me”
He’s been waitin’ down there, waitin’ half the day
They never ever seem to have the time
He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground
He gets to his feet and he says
“What About me, it isn’t fair
I’ve had enough now I want my share
Can’t you see? I want to live!
But you just take more than you give…”
Well there’s a pretty girl servin’ at the counter of a corner shop
She’s been waitin’ back there, waitin’ for her dream
And dreams walk in and out, they never stop
Well she’s not too proud to cry out loud
She runs to the street and she screams
“What about me, it isn’t fair
I’ve had enough now I want my share
Can’t you see? I want to live!
But you just take more than you give…” (More than you give)
Take a step back and see the little people
There’s nothin there but the words that make the big people big
So listen, as they whisper
“What about me? …”
Now we’re standin’ on the corner of a world gone home
Nobody’s changed, nobody’s been saved
And I’m feelin’ cold and alone
I guess I’m lucky, I smile a lot
But sometimes I wish for more than I’ve got…
“What about me, it isn’t fair
I’ve had enough now I want my share
Can’t you see? I want to live!
But you just take more – What about me?!
It isn’t fair!
I’ve had enough now I want my share!
Can’t you see? I want to live!
But you just take more
You just take more
You just take more than you give…
What about me?
What about me?
What about me?”
How many times have you been waiting for your dream? How many times have you wanted to run to the street and scream “What about me”? Who is looking after us? I don’t mean the politicians, the Democrats or Republicans they only care about their reelection not us. This post is not meant to be political. This post is meant for us to think about who is helping us “get our share”. What my share is, doesn’t necessarily mean money, to me it just means the chance, the opportunity. The being recognized as a worthwhile human, not classified as anything else.
No this is not about the 1% and the 99%, racial equality, gender equality, or anything like that. It is just about every one of us recognizing each other as worthwhile humans and giving each other the chance, the opportunity and respect we all should have for each other regardless of any social, political, economical, racial, sexual, background we come from. Where does it all start? It starts with you and I. It starts with how you and I treat each other, our neighbors, the person down the street, the person you pass by every day. If we don’t start to help each other no one else will either. Unfortunately we are not like that, we are too busy trying to beat each other not helping each other. If we helped each other more, maybe there would be fewer “What about mes”.
When we came in to this world are we not all the same, a small infant that knows nothing and is nothing but a living human being? When we die are we not the same, a dead person in a casket with nothing but the clothes we are buried in? Why during the time form birth to death should we be any different?
Muses from the front range of the Rocky Mountains
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