Saltines

Sometimes people are like broken saltines, cracked in pieces. You handle them too rough, you ain't got nothing but crumbs. ~ Twist of Faith

Handling most folk gently —
sure, I can do that, naturally.
Handling me too rough
comes easier, faster, is the default.
I don't know how to love me.
I don't know how not to break
at the cracks and make more,
how to hold together, one cracker,
worthy not to be called derisive names,
to be a saltine or even a club cracker.
I have worth. I deserve to be loved
even by me.