I dug a hole.
It wasn't that deep,
Just a toehole I made when I tripped.
I was on my face, bleeding,
So I pulled away.
Pinwheeling backwards, they catch the same.
Flat on the ground,
Screaming of injustice,
I hear them begging me to pull them up.
Aching, I limp over to try.
Their fists beat the earth,
Crying, "How dare she,"
Speaking of me when all I did was fall.
Each limb to the dirt deepens to a pit
Until I must strain with every muscle in my body
Reaching to pull them out.
Faces to the ground, they ignore my outstretched hand,
Moaning of me,
Cursing my name-
But I dug a toehole.
They built a pit.
And when my face dries,
I will pull my hand away.