Emergency? (a poem)

What you deem an emergency
I may not see so urgently
So carefully, considerately
Think whether not this one’s on me

I won’t be guilt-tripped, can’t be bought
So spare excuses overwrought
May choose to help, or I may not
But if I do, I call the shot

Service never can be forced
I’ll always retain the choice
My own priorities come first and
I refuse to be coerced

The more clearly-defined I live
The more of my heart I have to give

“The most compassionate people I know also have
the most well-defined and well-respected boundaries.”
-Brene Brown

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