my back
is not
your bridge
to something better.
it’s not a
shortcut
or a
springboard
it’s not a
jumping point
or a
launching site
it’s not a
dive bar
or a
rest stop
and it certainly
ain’t some holding place
for your ego
to recover.
my back
is not
your bridge
to something better.
it’s not a
warm-up
or a
practice round
it’s not a
trial
or a
safe bet
it’s not a
stepping stone
or a
foot stool
and it certainly
ain’t no pair of stilts
to raise you to
the heights that you can’t reach.
you may bellow
braggadocious
and drums your hands
on your chest
but you don’t even
have a fucking spine
and guess what
my back is mine.