I watch myself unravel and recoil
Trying to place a name—
Compunction,Shame,And at times…ignominy
That uncontrollable shake the body makes
involuntarily
from the memories of each and every horrible mistakemadeby no other hands than the two that belong to me.
Oh, yeah, all the allowing?
Too many years of better judgment taking a backseat
As though I don’t have full autonomy over me
Somewhere in me begged to walk out the door or claim morethan what this poor man with burnt ashes lay at my feet
As though I belong here amongst the scraps from the floor I polish myself,makeshift beds that belong to someone else.
Selling myself for free— in fact, paying them to use me.
Each one telling me-to my faceI deserved so much more, while I let them violate me.
They are all an afterthought to my days now
