A tattered old door mat,
Just to be trod upon.
No feelings or emotions,
No reason to care.

I am not a door mat,
For the grime on your feet.
I'm a person with feelings
Who deserves respect.

I have my rights and wants.
Not to be judged by you.
My life does have a purpose,
Even without you.

Just a tattered old door mat?
I'm not anymore!

 

© 1998 Deanna Henderson

 

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