This is about a problem many of us women find ourselves in. We somehow wind up in the relationships that we pour ourselves into and find we are the only ones pouring. It’s not about wanting love to drop everything, but it’s about respect and not feeling used.
I am not a scarf
To drape around your neck
Then the weather seems to bite
And you need to feel some warmth
I am not a hat
To tilt with a rakish nod
When the occasion calls for extra flare
And need to show some style
I’m not an earring or a tie pin
A necklace or a ring
I’m not an accessory
Meant to polish you up
Or add some interest to your life
In the wardrobe of life
I want to be the pants
That you won’t walk out the door without
The pajamas that snuggle you
When you are tired or feeling down
I want to be essential
So you are naked
Without me there
Accessories are bullshit
And I am more than bullshit