My Wants, My Needs

I wanted to call you to tell you
so many things
I wanted you to be listening
as I said these
Many things to you
I realized as I dialed that these
were My things
My Wants
I decided to write a poem
and read it
to myself.

Written by Islah S. Beyah

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