Snagging for Scraps

Assure me

You’ll catch me

Keep the promise

Keep the beat

And the heat

And when I reach

Will you be there?

When I disengage and distance

My self, my light, my joy

From you, the world, and myself,

And when I reach

And when I don’t reach

Will you be there?

Will you pretend I said nothing

Or tell me to move on?

Out of sight out of mind,

When do I exist to you?

Do I exist when I need,

Or only when you need?

Does my ass only garner worth

When you are afraid

It won’t be passing

Through your door again?

Am I supposed to be grateful

For these crumbs you present,

Too little to constitute a morsel?

Will you leave me starved,

Snagging for scraps?

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