I Was Them Once
They do not know,
or even seem to care,
that I was once them,
and once I sat over there.
They dehumanise me,
as if I never existed like them,
as if I never be.
Where is the respect?
Surely not tied to my back.
Once I was them,
but they never see that fact.
They do not seem to know,
or even care,
that once I was them,
with the same values to wear.
James Garratt – November 2023
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I Was Them Once – Written November 2023 (Aged 48)
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