With Finger And Toes Poem by Unrealized Poet

I count my self-worth with fingers and toes.
For you, with your black hood and terrifying gaze.
You who call me, whisper my name then simply refuse me.
Come forth, don't be shy, you who linger in the dark.
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For you, with your black hood and terrifying gaze.
Tomorrow might be different.
Come forth, don't be shy, you who linger in the dark.
No more fingers to count, no toes to curl.

​Tomorrow might be different.
I count my self-worth with fingers and toes.
No more fingers to count, no toes to curl.
You who call me, whisper my name then simply refuse me.