We are The World

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I have an opinion, our host gave me a platform, and I will scream it from the rooftops. RJC.

I watched Our President last night. A man full of compassion and empathy, asking for our help, showing courage and confidence, he asked for our help. I almost cried not seeing a man like that for the last four years.

‘There cums a time, when we heed a certain call, when The World, must cum together, as one. There are people dying, and it’s time to lend a hand to life, the greatest gift of all.’

That’s what I thought about as I listened to a real man showing compassion and asking for my help; asking for our help. I listened to a man who I wish was standing there a year ago telling us how it really was.

‘We can’t go on, pretending day by day, that someone soon will make a change. Are we not all a part of God's great big family? There’s a choice we’re making, we’re saving our own lives; it’s true we make a better day, just you and me.’

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asked. I had headphones on and read his sweet lips. I shook my head unable to explain.

He got it, The Bug, brought it home and gave it to me. We had both been sick but he got better never getting tested. We took care of each other, whoever was strongest on any given day; we took care of each other.

I was a virtual employee, never left the house, and he never wore a mask when he went out. It’s not like I blamed him, he did our shopping and stuff. But he took on the burden of me getting sick.

‘There’s a choice we’re making, we could be saving our own lives; it’s true we make a brighter day just you and me. We’ll send them your heart, so they know that someone cares, and our lives will be stronger and free.’

I watched as he walked into the kitchen in my favorite fuckin underwear; his ass was still smoking hot and he knew it. I thought about the years we’d been together, meeting as teens, and the age we were now. I loved him.

He never believed, he believed what the orange clown told him. We couldn’t have the conversation, I mean, it’s not like he was dumb, but was dumber than fuck when it came to the clown. I watched his ass move back and forth a little in front of the stove, my breathing was still labored, but I wanted to take him in the kitchen.

He turned to look at me watching him, “I love you.” I mouthed to him. And read his lips saying, “I know.”

I wish I could have, wished I’d gotten better like he did, but I hadn’t. It had been days of a low-grade temperature, cough and short of breath, fatigue, and trying not to let him see. God, I wish I wasn’t sick and could do what was sidetracking me now.

He came out putting his cheek next to mine, “You’re still warm,” He told me.

‘We are the world. We are the children. We are the ones who make a brighter day so let’s start giving.’

It truly pained him I wasn’t getting better like him, I honestly didn’t fuckin care. It is what it is; is it not? When it cums right down to it, I should have been pissed. Maybe this all could have been avoided if he just wore a fuckin mask.

‘When you’re down and out and there seems no hope at all, if we just believe, there’s no way we can fall. When we stand together as one.’

I must have nodded off because he touched my cheek and my eyes shot open. “I put lunch on the table,” He told me.

“Can I eat here,” I asked? I didn’t have the strength to get up.

He put his cheek to mine, “You're burning up.” And he started crying.

“I’m fine. I just want to eat in my chair.” I told him as my eyes started leaking looking at his.

I wasn’t getting better, it was harder to breathe, and I had just given up. I somehow knew what the outcome would be, I would die and leave him with his pain.

‘There’s a choice we need to make, you could save you or me, we could save all of us if we made the choice.’

He set a plate in my lap, a drink next to me, and watched making sure I took a bite. I did and set the plate aside. I pulled myself to a knee; “Will you marry me?” I asked him.

‘There’s a choice we’re making. We’re changing our own lives, it’s true we make a better way, just you and me’.

“You’re burning up.” And he helped me into the chair.

He came back with an ice-cold compress that he kept in the freezer for times like this. “Well?” I asked leaning my head back.

“Yes.” He told me. I’d asked him a hundred times and he never said, yes.

I could only get like half breathes, spots were in my eyes, but he finally said, yes. “I’m gonna miss you,” I told him. And I heard him on the phone.

“What do you mean? He’s gonna fuckin die if no one comes. Yes, he has it, but. What do you mean?” And he threw his phone against the wall.

“It’s not your fault.” I tried to tell him.

I knew I had a couple of minutes; maybe. “Stop crying.” I squeaked out. I hated seeing him cry.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he told me.

“If I had the strength I would fuck you into tomorrow, you know?”

“You will.” He told me with confidence.

‘There’s a choice we’re making, we’re changing our own lives, it’s true; we make a better day, just you and me.’

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Like I said; I have a platform. If I’ve offended, you; suck my dick. This kind of shit has been happening for over a year because we didn’t have a real man sitting in the chair. Puff on that. RJC.