Chasing a kitten,
Tears in my eyes,
Someone has said something mean.
Tell me, why did I come here, again?
If I don't seem to matter to them,
Am I making a difference?
They already have their lives.
They don't need a baby,
Or a three year old boy, or me,
A five year old little girl
To ignore,
Or to project their own insecurities toward.
They have each other for that.
And I have this wild, untamed baby cat
To chase.
-jenn
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