I waited...

I waited to be noticed—
they all walked by
someone even dropped a five dollar note at my feet,
another flipped his 'NYC' cap as he sauntered by
I wasn't camouflaged, I guess
in-between the potted palms
dust bins
traffic lights,
I was still there
stuck within that place—
car horns blaring
sprukers selling
dogs barking, elated to be let off their leash

I waited to be wanted—
like the hand made silk scarves in vibrant colours from India
Manolo Blahniks, like those on that show that lady always wore
Gucci handbags, I wished I could afford
I wondered when—
I had decided
I wanted to be wanted
like some novelty
but expensive item nontheless...
when had I become a nothing
a nobody
a thing— non existent
another five dollars dropped at my feet...