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Click hereI cannot rest ‘til I write this,
and I cannot read
or eat
or sleep
Or stand to be alone
by myself. I sit
and think of being with You
massaging Your feet
seeing Your smile as You look
my way. But it is not to be.
I am just a convenience,
a puppy to pet,
a child to scold,
a letter from a friend
bringing memories
which require no response
or commitment. Easy to dispose of
after a quick read. Easy to forget
I sit and await summons,
summary judgment on my devotion
but Your verdict has lost meaning
or conviction.I stand accused,
like a black man
in 50’s Alabama, by someone
who only sees my service
and ignores my humanity.
"That Thomas,he’s a good boy,
but he needs a whipping.,
Sometimes I wonder if he’s worth it."
The answer is no. I’m worth more.
Just give me my freedom,
And I’ll make my own way.
I like this ,it has a sort of calm economy of words which make it more convincing. perhaps a little pruning could be done here and there but that might be a little picky
This poem was mentioned in the Sunday January 25th, 2009 New Poetry Review. Thank you for sharing you wonderful work with us. You can read the review in the Poetry Feedback and Discussion Forum found here: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=254157