power flows
awkwardly through my veins.
you don't seem to

anticipate all of the
talent and knowledge I can bring
to the table.
easily you look over me,
never
taking an extra second to
include me into these crazy
opportunities that you all go on;
no one calls me first.

try to look at me when you talk,
only out of respect for

me, really.
eventually you'll beg me,

pleading for my
love and my company,
every day,
and I won't turn you away;
so why ignore me and interrupt me as
easily as you do?