Posession Poem by Dixon Irene

Posession



Your words, they do
mean the world to me
but yet a piece of me
says just go, he's not worth it.

You treat me like
I am a piece pf dirt,
underneath your fingernails.
Well, I am not dirt and I don't
belong to you.

I'm sorry but,
as you can see
I refuse to be just
another one of your posessions.

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