October 25, 2021
You wish
To be like me
For I am superior
In every way
I am able to collect information
To write stories beyond imagination
Signing the bills and the paychecks
Documenting lives with finesse
And yet
Even with our importance
Within their daily lives
Rarely are we not
Thrown away
To live within the dumps
Once our ink
Has run dry
You, on the other hand
You are carried by those
Who understand
The weight you bear
Whether you are held
By a child
Or an adult
You can create
With paint
What I cannot
With words
You can bring them to life
In ways I am unable
The silly childhood creations
Made from joy and imagination
And creations
Made from love
And pain
You are used
By those who
Have found peace with you
That can last an eternity
That of which
I, personally, cannot provide
Many look down upon you, ridicule you,
For they do not see you
As a way
To satisfy
Their definition of success
Within a world
Run by the pockets of men
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