Why shouldn’t I be?

But….

I wasn’t properly trained.

There’s no money in poetry?

But…..my fridge is dirty;

And I had bad parents.

But it takes too much time.

And…..it doesn’t really matter.

And, no one cares.

Okay,  I care…….A  lot.

Okay-you’re right- I matter.

I’ll do it- for me.  Now that there’s a me.

Because I feeeeel powerful?

So, why shouldn’t I be?

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