2d
raised voice, the slow crumble of
my own self worth, they grabbed
me and screamed into my face.
"You could never understand!"
Maybe you're right,
but I know one thing.
you didn't need to hit me
to have been abusive.
my own self worth, they grabbed
me and screamed into my face.
"You could never understand!"
Maybe you're right,
but I know one thing.
you didn't need to hit me
to have been abusive.
I've sat on this poem for a while, not wanting it connected to my name. It's one thing to admit a relationship went sour, or sensitive feelings, but I always struggled to say the big A towards one of them. This is me taking that power from them, refusing to be quiet about something that cut so deep. Abuse is a deservingly strong word for that entire relationship, and I refuse to dance around it anymore.
