Good morning/afternoon/evening, you beautiful people!
It has been a while since I last wrote a poem but inspiration struck and Disposable Cup was born. Enjoy!
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He filled my cup
Made me feel like I was enough
Or so I thought
A father is supposed to care
And always be there
But without fail he makes me feel
Like a disposable cup
Like a snob
For only needing to be loved
Always running on empty
When he is around
Which is pretty rare
Because he treats parenthood
Like a playground
In and out like a set of revolving doors
Like I am chasing a ghost
Grasping onto thin air
It isn't fair
I wish not to care
But I do and it makes me feel
Like a jersey after too many wears
It tears and it sheds
Like the tears on my bed
He says, he loves me
He says, he cares
Then why do I feel like a disposable cup?!
Never worthy, never enough
Never valued like ceramic or glass
Never valued enough to be polished and put up on a shelf
Having reduced value
Before it is a cup, it is disposable
Whether used for coffee once
Or cola twice
A disposable cup always ends up in the trash
That's how this relationship makes me feel
So incredibly bashed
All my love ❤️
Ruthy
