For Kicks

How long can you walk over me
before I fall flat?
How do you even sleep at night
using me like a door mat?

Eventually I will have had enough
and no words will fix
all the times you abused your privilege
just for the kicks.

There will come a day soon
when I will no longer be
and who will you have then
but the cold and heartless ghost of me?

© Autumn Siders 2017

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