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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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