Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2018
Me
Me
The forgotten me,
I squint to see her
the she before the us
I can't remember her
what did she wear.....
how did she talk.....
did she dance....
did she laugh....
did she enjoy making love?....
she's so lost and forgotten, a pattern out of date.
no longer viable on this new updated model
i can no longer run her program the forgotten me isn't compatable
so i must put her to sleep along with us
This new Me this new version is harder to run
its not as quick or slick
but its strong and resistant with
plenty of armour
an upgrade for the forgotten me
A reflection on myself after coming out of an oppressive situation trying to identify with myself again
Ashley Kane
Written by
Ashley Kane  34/F/Birmingham
(34/F/Birmingham)   
248
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems