Secondary thought, the prime reason I don’t truly believe in me, I primarily put people in place to push past me, that split second I slip into invisibility, that moment I don’t appear to be there, if I’m not heard am I not seen or does this all make me second and wary.
I’m weary and it’s my theory that if I clearly don’t come first then it’s time to define and decline the lines I’ve cursed and rehearsed.
If I can’t be selected then I can’t be rejected, and I shan’t be expected to feel disrespected, this translucence of nuisance, this shadow of sound, curve words around me like echoes abound.
This silver afterthought, a second class citizen, letting others overtake me and purposely positioning.
Retract many spaces in this theoretical queue, a subordinate coordinate on a map of the withdrew
Navigating covert currents and sailing just out of peripheral, you’ll never conform if you choose to be original.
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