a selfish concept or a perspective I need?
See me, hear me,
the me I need to be,
the person I expect you to respect,
or we’re done before we’ve begun.
Why then, I wonder,
as I recover,
do I not do the same for myself?
Swallowing self-served anger,
in a self-serving world
that doesn’t believe in someone like me,
in all that makes me whole.
©January 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne