I am a bad example
for your babies
the people I do not
bring into this world
who look at me like
I should do better.
Like everyone knows
what I should be.
I am standing at
the counter
being your assistant
for a myriad of reasons
you don’t see past
my old scars
and my name badge
pinned to my breast.

It’s not even my name.

Not any more.


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