So here I am again,
Listening to your problems
Waiting on your choices
Working around your schedules
Just call me the accommodator.
I am the powerless and controlled
By other peoples choices
By other peoples experiences
By other peoples feelings
I have to follow other people’s schedules of
When they want to talk
When they want to meet
When they want to work
I have no say in the matter yet
I listen
I empathize
I adapt
I am supposed to change according to your will
That is my job
That is my role
That is my place
There is no denying that I am the
Used
Abused
Dismissed
I am powerless
Over you
Over your choices
Over your views
I am affected yet
It is not seen
It is not acknowledged
It is not spoken
And when it is, it’s turned
Back to you
Away from me
Back to you
So I smile and nod
That is fine
It’s alright
I can wait
Because I am the accommodator
