I made people cry in the ladies’ room

With my stinky poo.

It made me wonder, too,

What have I been eating?

Why don’t I feed myself good things

Like the food I prepare 

So carefully for my children?

Why don’t I know

That I deserve this type of care?

Why am I unaware of my needs,

And painfully aware of the needs of others?

But then, why do I also blame me

For simply not knowing

What it is I even like to eat,

Or how to take care of myself properly?

You may think your poo doesn’t stink,

But whom do you have to thank for that?

Believe me, you have someone.

-jenn