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“My worth is not transactional” by Trevor Witt

My worth is not transactional,
I do not charge my friends to hear their troubles.

My worth is not transactional,
I do not love my parents only for their food.

My worth is not transactional,
I do not learn for any brain but my own.

My worth is not transactional,
I do not work for you solely because you pay.

I have agency, you ignorant fool.
I have choices to make.

My worth is determined by what I choose,
What I choose to put my energy into.
What I choose to labor at,
What I choose to learn,
And what I choose to love.

My worth is not transactional.

“I got fired again” by Trevor Witt

I got fired again –
Not laid off – fired,
For the second time in my thirty-five years,
For some stupid reasons, but I still blame myself,
Just like I did with the end of my last relationship.

Letting go hurts,
And hanging on doesn’t feel much better.

It was not working anyway,
And I was on the verge of quitting.
Now, I move forward,
With my own dreams,
On my own terms.

I am grateful for the opportunity,
To learn what I can do better,

And to prove my doubters wrong.

“The blue tarp” by Trevor Witt

On a cold, sunny winter day,
A blue tarp lay on the grass in the park,
As I walked around, I passed it once,
Wondering if there was a person underneath,

Were they alive?
If they were dead,
Who would find them?
Would their family be notified?
How long would their body lay waiting?

I tried to suppress these thoughts.
But what if they were not dead, only dying?
I resolved to go up to the tarp,
Afraid of what I might find,

Standing about two feet away,
I asked, “Are you okay?”

Then, I moved on.