Not a Trophy Anymore
Not A Trophy Anymore
Wasn’t meant to be stuffed
In a suburban house
Surrounded by box shrubs,
Waiting for my husband
To come home.
I want to roam,
To be in the world,
Living a life of adventure,
Not full of boredom.
I want a voice and a skill,
Besides cooking a hot meal.
It’s no big deal,
But that’s how I
Lost my boyfriend’s will
To be with me.
I’m no trophy to him anymore.
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