How dare you?*
How dare you presume
that you can still reap
the rewards and the virtues
of those who have chosen to
keep
their offspring,

their livestock,
their produce,
their children.

I am your child
when you deem it plentiful
to prove it.
My temperament, unmild as
it currently is,
was rocked into existence
by your hand
on my cradle.
Your tears,
so heavy, on my head,
and your mind, so
allegedly stable
made me my bed full of straw
and needles.

You left me
uncooked and, as yet, wholly raw.
You who bore me, left me.

You left another to tend to my sores,
one who's age is sure not to eclipse my own.
You *threw me, out to pasture
to roam, alone,
feeling useless and inconvenient to you.

This may not seem true,
but who are you to deem it untrue?

There was no leniency in your
innocently though out cruelty.
For, after all, you must always be innocent.
Always must be abused and misused
by another.
You never perceived that you might be the
other?
Unaware of the pain your apparent
lack of care caused me.

My platonic fellow left to cure me.

Now she's the only one I feel I can
truly trust.
For, emotionally, I only shall do
if I must.

After you.