Empty promises
I’m tired of empty promises
I’m tired of being last on your list
I want to make you feel the depths of my pain because of your actions
I want to make you feel how you made me feel.
small
Forgotten
Used.
the anger I’ve pent up all these years is starting to bubble over
Like steamed milk left on the stove for too long
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world