Let me be jealous and bitter when my younger friends receive the medical attention I require and have required for multiple years, in a month.
Let me be jealous and bitter when I see people with —for the lack of a better description— white families receive the care and support I couldn’t dream of, only and only due to the location of my birth.
Let me be jealous and bitter and angry when I have to sit back and observe as people around me get things I, too, deserve, but will never get when I most need it.