I listen and I learn,
I ramble and I pant,
I get up and I leave,
because they said I can’t.
No filter photo of me,
holding a white mug with tea,
featured on Instagram with likes,
and no others around me riding our
bikes.
I go at it alone,
I hang by myself.
I love this company,
but deep down,
I want someone
else.
Opinions do matter,
actions speak louder than
words.
When the tree turns red and orange leaves,
the season has changed, time has
turned.
I listen and I learn,
to my own conscious.
It tells me not to beg,
let the others just
have it.
The photograph will be taken
with me in it someday.
There is a reason I get excluded,
let the truth come what may.
There is the right person,
somewhere somehow.
If this poem is going on too long,
I’ll stop here.
See,
I showed you
how.
Have your space,
and I need some too
right now.