Do You Know Who I Am?

All my life I’ve been somebody’s something,

A daughter, sister, wife and a mom.

Now I find myself alone again,

all those lovely titles given, are gone.

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What do you do with that kind of demotion?

How do you become nothing, overnight?

Or at least by name it’s and emotion,

I need to take a class for neophytes.

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I’m like someone you just can’t employ,

too old, too young, too just not right.

I don’t fit the mold, that once was so easy,

my feelings are a bit contrite.

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Starting over again, after all of this time,

is not something that I had planned for.

But here I stand, a novice with experience,

as one of life’s disappointing paramours.

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A lover of sorts with ill repute,

a seemingly waster of time given.

A non title wearer in pursuit,

of a life seen worthy of living.

So I’m wearing that sign seen everywhere these days,

the one asking if there’s anyone available.

To fill a position that no one else wants,

by a woman looking to be reclaimable.