As a child
I was rather wild
I couldn't stay still
My heart of free will

My mother
And my father,
Bent me many times over
Their knees

But never once did I plead
Like my brothers had
I did not bend
To their every whim

I did not win
And that night.
My heart full of fright,
My mother screamed at me

"Demon get out!"
"Beast from hell!"
"Leave us of your hex and spell!"
"Beastly Demon,"
"Wretched heathen,"
"Leave us be,"

My mother named me Demon.


If only she knew.