In The End – poem

In The End

here i am
bleeding from every pore
snot and shame and tears
cover the face which you ignore
still i sing for my supper
and i dance for your dimes
even as my feet are cracked and broken
and my voice is hoarse from whines
and your coins clatter
one at a time
some into my outstretched hands
some in the storm drains on the ground
juggling on a tightrope
passing through a ring of fire
still you demand extra pounds of my flesh
to be carved and plated for your desire
and in the end
i’m never worth your time

Sumayyah Talibah © 1 September 2017


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