I don't need much
that's the ironic part
I could feast forever
on your crumbs
I cling to the signs that you
almost
respect me
I ask for nothing
I can work quietly
spiritually
on your behalf
unthanked
unwanted
unappreciated
but that sounds as if I resent it
and I don't
it is my privilege
it is only the fact
that sometimes
it hurts
more than my soul can endure
and then
of course
I always
have my fears
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