untitled poem

not accustomed to being asked to consider how i feel

much less acknowledged that i exist

my voice muted for so long i forgot it had sound

however meaningful or meaningless the question at that moment

i was moved to answer even as i was not really human at that moment

but a ghost from another reality asked to recount a moment

that was mine to recall or forget as i chose

according to my own sense of worth

as i came back to an understanding that i mattered

even if i really was a little pissed off


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