Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
i am not a nail to hang a picture a switch to turn on a light a key to open a door a broom to sweep a floor so why must you think it is okay to treat me like these few? i am a person a mind a soul i was not made to be used - j.m.d.
0
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
used
i am not a nail to hang a picture a switch to turn on a light a key to open a door a broom to sweep a floor so why must you think it is okay to treat me like these few? i am a person a mind a soul i was not made to be used - j.m.d.
allmylove
Written by
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem