Put me down like an old used blanket
dusty but free
Am I not good enough?
Roll me up like a used ripped rug
disheveled but full of character
Will I ever be good enough?
Shove me to the side like a used up lover
dried up but soft to touch
What do you have left to say now?
Throw me aside
used and whored again
A learning in progress
I belong to me now