I've Got It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I've got it.
More than I dare to admit.
And you can't have this.
Not after throwing it away,
Like you did.
To then say,
You can find something much better...
To replace it with.

You can't have this.
I've got it.
Quick I went to seek it.
Where it had been tossed and abused.
And luckily found surrounded...
By trash on a filthy street.
Immediately I picked it up,
To know a jewel for what it is to be.

Treated I fed it to never mistreat.
I've got it.
You can't have this.

Not after years of my giving it,
Not only respect and kindness.
But also the attention it needed.
And now that you see it sparkling,
As if the Sun shines upon it to blind...
You believe you can return to claim,
An undermining you did to it...
Was not your intention or state of mind.

Are you sweating from the heat?
Or are you about to have a stroke?

Nothing 'then' could convince you,
What you had all that time was a prize.
Nothing 'then' could convince you,
To comprehend and analyze a gift given.
But you did not appraise it.
Like I did to appreciate.
And you can't have this from me to take.
Not away. I've got it with me to keep.
I've got it with me to stay!

I've got 'it' to understand.
I've got 'it' with me that's not leaving.
And that is something,
You have never understood.
Or can.