putty in his hands
pulled and stretched
like rubber bands

No more shall I be
crumbs on the floor
swept up and thrown out
the door

No more shall I be
on the bottom
of his list
making me feel
like I don’t exist

No more shall I be
awake at night
tossing and turning
til morning light

No more shall I be
weeping all day
with my head in my hands
under a dark cloud of grey

No more shall I be
a victim
now that I've kick'd him
to the curb