Please Stop!

looking 

down 

the tip of your nose

and loving

me 

like toes! 

 Stop!

packaging 

me 

into secondary sandals 

Stop !

fashioning me into someone 

whose sole existence..

is to get

YOU

where YOU want to go

…because when you look

down 

at

me

you may

miss…….

the fluttering of my wings 

 above you