At Your Convenience
I am not a thing to be used at your convenience.
You don't greet me, you don't meet me, you don't say hello.
When you see me, you ignore me and your back is what I see.
Yet in your haste to uphold your image.
You message me to ask for my money.
I wish just once you can open your eyes and see ME.
A woman... a sister... a friend.
Not someone you call when you have a need.
To dip in my purse and sow a seed.
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