There are times in your life
where you are going to feel like a toy
being tossed into the trash
in slow-motion
and your clay-animated chest
will melt
into
a thousand sewing needles.
Only the wind, wearing lost hats
found at the side of the freeway knows
what it is like to be taken for granted
like toys do.
I speak for those who have
felt like a forgotten toy
left at a snowy train station
away from their home country.
I speak for the plush-toy-people
that have become a lynched-disco-ball
underneath a garbage truck.
I speak for those who
have spent months
underneath someone's special bed,
coughing up dust and cat hair,
I see you.
I will not ask you to empower yourself,
because I understand,
I sometimes feel like a cowboy
too.
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