Value

your actions show you think that I’m nothing

clearer than a thousand words could tell.

I could keep writing about you

wasting my words on you

but in your eyes

I am not worth your time,

your courtesy, or even your trash

to you

I am less than the dirt

picked up on a city sidewalk

clinging to your overpriced,

luxury, designer shoes.

I don’t even register

in your eyes

every word you speak

makes the gap clearer

my legs are shaking

from the fury

I long ago learned

to keep off my face

—but this is just another reaction I must learn to regulate.