Where It Came From

-- There's a great play called "The Voysey Inheritance" that deals with what happens to a family when they're forced to choose between money and the love they have for themselves.  I thought of that while I was writing this, but I haven't read the play in over a year, so it's probably safe to say I haven't stolen anything from it, but I thought it was worth mentioning that I'm not unaware the two have similar themes.  It's part of a larger piece.  A mother has made her living doing something horrible, and it's been a good living.  Her two daughters are mortified when they find out what's gone on, but her youngest, and her only son, seems to be taking it a bit better...and here's the reason. --

"Where It Comes From"

You two

You two girls

Man

Man oh man

You make me fucking sick

Do you know that?

You act like

Like

Like you didn't know

You didn't know?

Is that what you're trying to say?

That you didn't know?

YOU DIDN'T CARE

That's the truth

That's the fucking truth

You didn't care AT ALL

So don't even act like

Like

Oh my God

Oh my God

Fuck that

You two make me fucking sick

You're going to judge Mom

Go make your own fucking money then

You see how easy it is

You're disgusted

Oh but you took the Christmas presents

DON'T INTERRUPT ME

DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!

You took the Christmas presents

You took the birthday presents

You took the cars

The fucking clothes

The rent when you needed it

And when didn't you, right?

You didn't ask

You didn't ask

Where it was coming from

Don't say

Because you didn't think of it

Because even if you had

You wouldn't have

You didn't want to know

It couldn't concern you

Did it concern me?

Yeah

Did it bother me?

No

Because every person

In this fucking country

Whose got anything

Got it doing stuff worse

Than what Mom is doing

Anything that shimmers

In this fucking world

Was pulled from a corpse

After the person who took it

Shot the fucker

Everybody's got blood on their hands

Even the people who don't look down

And notice it

You're so offended?

Then leave your car keys on the table

Take off the shoes Mom bought you

Leave your purses

Both of you

You're going to judge?

Who alive can fucking judge anymore?

You two?

You think you're the last two?

The last two on the fucking planet

Who get to have a say

In how they get

What they get

If you knew where it came from

You still would have taken it

It might have bothered you

It might have made you uncomfortable

But you still would have put on the shoes

You still would have driven the car

And you still would have walked around

Like you didn't know

Even after you did

And if you really do have such a problem with it

Leave now

And let the rest of us

Keep doing what we do

Let us keep making the money

Because we've made peace with it

We made peace

By not pretending

That there was any other way

To survive

And see some things shimmer

In the process

Get the fuck out of here

You knew

Where it came from

You're the walking products of it

You look in the mirror everyday

You knew where it came from