I act how I should.
How I was told to always be good.
Don’t speak unless spoken to.
Make myself small. Smaller than you.
So small that I disappear
Until it is time to serve
a man. Blame myself
when he goes looking for
food at other tables.
Suddenly too small.
Not enough.
Not enough
to satisfy him.
-February 2015
Dayum, “make myself small, smaller than you” – so strong, itself expressed everything. Beautiful
God bless 🙂
Relatable, beautiful poem.
Ooh this is deep. But it doesn’t always have to be this way.