The Audacity
how do I put what I feel into words
i really can't believe you,
the audacity
to treat me like some left over lunch
you forgot about & ended up throwing away in the trash
- but it was good though ☝🏾
satisfying.
there when you needed it and left when you didn't
carefully discarded in a place where clearly
no one is looking for anything left over.
the audacity
to treat me as if i wasn't everything you ever wanted, at some point
the point where you decided to place me above the highest position at the
very top of the list
until i got moved down lower and lower and lower until i was eventually
in a place i no longer recognized
but would come to know as my new home.
the place i knew i never belonged yet seemed to end up anyway
the bottom of your heart that fell from the top
and can't seem to love its way back up.
no longer welcomed where i used to live
the audacity
picking up in a new home
sort of like a group home
but when i look around its just me
still at the bottom reaching for the top of the mountain that's my home
in the heart that is my own.
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Simara Askew
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