In Consequential
I'm losing count of how
Many days it's been.
He's happy,
I'm happy,
Or I was.
He sickens me.
He darkens me.
He's hardened me.
Tossed aside for lack of change
But he has changed me.
I am no longer a face of a penny
He no longer has say over
Which of our faces lands down.
He no longer holds me down.
I was with little sense so
I was abandoned for a dime.
But I AM GOLD he
Cannot afford anymore.
I thank him.
This poem is about:
Me
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