Jagged word
Laced in hate
Eyes that are
So frozen
And through it all
I say “Yes ma’am”
Praying kindness
Will warm you
And you don’t quite see
Or you don’t quite care
That the wounds you cause
Are deeper than just the surface
The scars will fade
The bruises will heal
But you can’t erase
The marks you’ve left
On my soul
You claim I’m fat
You say I’m stupid
I’m ugly, unloved
And worthless
I’m a failure
I’m useless
A mistake
You should’ve aborted
And you back these claims
With a firm iron hand
The spatula, the belt
And a switch
And for such a long time
I firmly believed you
For mothers
Can never be
Wrong
But how can this be
When they truly love me?
Is it false just as
You claim?
But if that were true
Why would they try
To heal what you’ve killed
Again?
They would have quit
When they discovered
How wounded
I am
But instead of running
They stay
To dry the tears
You cause
They mend the wounds
That you have created
They gather the pieces
You have scattered
They love me
And though you try
To smother the person
That I could be
They will never
Let me die.