Confessions of a Persian Rug
I was beautiful once. I remember being beautiful. I was bright and bold, I brought color to their lives.
Then they began to use me. I was exposed to the world and the ones who were supposed to love and care for me began to put me down and once I was down they kicked me and kept kicking until I felt I would never stand tall again.
What could I do but lie there and take it?
They would walk all over me without even looking down. They would walk over me without thought, without even knowing I was there. I might as well have been part of the furniture.
I sit back and wonder why must they walk all over me? I guess you might say because I allow it. I do suppose it was my fault for laying there so long.
Why did I accept this mistreatment you ask? Maybe I got used to laying there, maybe I got used to them walking over me. You can get used to anything if you take it long enough. You might say I should get up and leave if I don't like it but don't you know that I can't?
Confessions of a Persian Rug
I was beautiful once. I remember being beautiful. I was bright and bold, I brought color to their lives. I loved them. They were my family.
Then they began to use me. I was exposed to the world and the ones who were supposed to love and care for me began to put me down and once I was down they kicked me and kept kicking until I felt I would never stand tall again.
I told myself to lie there and take it because they'd had a hard day and who wouldn't like somewhere to kick their feet up after a day like that?
I noticed how easily they could walk over me without even looking down. They would walk over me without thought, without even knowing I was there. I might as well have been part of the furniture. I grew dull. I curled in on myself and gathered dust.
I sit back and wonder why must they walk all over me? I guess you might say because I allow it. I do suppose it was my fault for laying there so long.
Why did I accept this mistreatment you ask? Maybe I got used to laying there, maybe I got used to them walking all over me. You can get used to anything if you take it long enough. You might say I should get up and leave if I don't like it but don't you know that I can't?
Everyday Usage
I was beautiful once. I remember being beautiful. I was bright and bold, I brought color to their lives. I loved them. They were my family.
Then they began to use me. I was exposed to the world and the ones who were supposed to love and care for me began to put me down and once I was down they kicked me and kept kicking until I felt I would never stand tall again.
I told myself to lie there and take it because they'd had a hard day and who wouldn't like somewhere to kick their feet up after a day like that?
I noticed how easily they could walk over me without even looking down. They would walk over me without thought, without even knowing I was there. I might as well have been part of the furniture. I grew dull. I curled in on myself and gathered dust.
I sit back and wonder why must they walk all over me? I guess you might say because I allow it. I do suppose it was my fault for laying there so long.
Why did I accept this mistreatment you ask? Maybe I got used to laying there, maybe I got used to them walking all over me. You can get used to anything if you take it long enough. You might say I should get up and leave if I don't like it but don't you know that I can't?
Own Me
Own me as you do your shoe or that lamp over there
You enjoy it
The thrill of chase lights fires in your piercing stare
I deplore it
I wonder who your mother was and why she failed you
It’s deceptive
The mask of mild intentions thinly veiled you
I accept it
Spurn me until you need your shoes or that lamp over there
I dare you
I will immerse you in darkness and leave your feet bare
That scares you?
I do not stop to judge you, for I know you too well
All my life, far too long to dawdle and dwell