I am the affordances so graciously granted
by the merciful who don’t see beyond
Self-Righteous pity
Not a deficit. Not a person.
Some thing else
Saved by you, who liked my flowery words
my narrative arc, designed to please
You read my life. You deliver me. You claim me.
generously portrayed,
Image maintained
how sweet of you
A charity case with
Thick glass panes
Displayed
then tucked away
(don’t look too long)
What charity am I if not
the exception?
Words watered down.
Not angry. Not allowed.
Don’t hate the system that so generously provided
Don’t bite the hand
that feeds you
Scraps
from gilded towers
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