A house is filled with knifes

Plates, cups and spoons.

Necessities like towels,

Water and food.

But no one discusses

The Dispenser:

The person who is used.

They are expected to give

They are used...

They are almost never given,

Like a maid with no pay

They’re only allowed to “do.”

Eerie as the night

They lie in wait

For another bruise.

They are expected to be quiet—Shh!

e v e n y o u ‘r e a b u s e d. . .

-

There is no morning light

To bring out a muse.

They are as stuck as hair

Tamed by glue.

I should know.

I was a dispenser, too.