Object


I am not an object

that can be easily dispensed

that you can leave on a shelf

when you’re in need, you dust my corners off and clean me up

my only use is at your convenience

when you’re done and my time is up

you put me right back on that shelf

— you are a human being, not an item to be tossed around and picked off the shelf as some sort of option. remember that when you try to justify being treated poorly.

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Ms. Dakota, is a current graduate student and soon to be elementary education teacher. She is a multi-genre writer who explores the world of creative non-fiction, poetry, and fiction. You can find her on twitter: @msdakotawrites.

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