You cannot choose

To keep me in your medicine cabinet

I will not reside

In a plastic container on your sill

I do not lay

On the lip of your cold white porcelain sink

Because

When I was made

No one

Even thought

Even considered

Even wondered

About you

Yet you here you are

With your assumptions

That seem to announce that

You are my consumer

And

Your needs

Hold more value

More eminence

Than mine

But here is the catch

Here is the headline

Here are my words

Bellowing

In dark bold print

Screaming

On the front page

I am not

Your fucking

toothbrush.