it's like a ransom note
tattooed onto the back of my eyelids.
give me it back
the way i left it
dignity intact.
every day
especially now,
i read,
i hope for a different outcome.
but it's always the same.
you own me.
you want me.
you hate me.
you need me.
but you refuse me.
entirely.
Obama isn't fixing it, either.
shame.
some day it will be different though
and i'll laugh in your face
it will cower in shame.
as it should.
and some day you'll accompany me.
peace.
