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Poem 93 (First Draft) by G A Rosenberg

No scraps from your table
I’m no dog upon your floor
I know that I’m able
to find what I’m here for

You showed me some meaning
You taught me some stuff
You spoon-fed me knowledge
Now I find I’ve had enough

We all have our paths to travel
You have yours and I have mine
we can be there for each other
we can’t walk another’s line

Don’t feed me your dogmas
I won’t dine upon your creeds
don’t manipulate my spirit
by appealing to my needs

My spirit within me
will show me MY way
stay seated at your table
I’m leaving today
–G A Rosenberg