Three people this month.
Three people took my ideas. Plagiarized. Pilfered. Stole.
Three people who consider themselves upstanding citizens
Who use words like “Never” and “Always”.
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,
I am sincerely, offensively, flattered.
What can I do? Is it my fault?
I am continuously moving forward,
Working on boundaries and my own dreams,
Not talking to anyone or sharing anything
Can’t risk it. Everything I give gets taken.
I don’t want to be your muse.
I don’t want to be used anymore.