Marisa Carlucci Poet I do not know?

Not Your Trash

I am not the slop on your dinner plate 
Or the mud on the bottom of your shoes 
I am not your dirty laundry that’s been sitting for three days 
Nor am I the trash you pollute the earth with 
I am not the dog that sits at your feet 
I am not the scrapes in the trash bag either 
I am not your personal bungee cord 
That you can tug at when ever you want to 
Nor am I made of stone 
I am not your fire pit 
You can’t just burn my emotions away 
I am not your someday 
I live the best I can in today 
I am not your rag doll 
Nor am I your voodoo doll 
So stop cursing my life 
I am not the cardboard box sitting at the doorstep 
I don’t like to bottle up my feelings 
I am not the nutrition fact on the can 
Don’t ignore me 
I am not your strength 
You shouldn’t just assume that I’m strong willed 
I am not your Polaroid camera 
Stop making me capture negative thoughts 
I am not your old record that eventually plays out 
This “record” entitled “My Life” is infinite
I am not the lyric in your depressing songs 
You shouldn’t enjoy depressing me either  
I am not your grandfather clock in the living room 
My pangolin never stops
I am not what you want me to be 
I am what I want to be

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