I’ve worn your shame
a long,
loooong time.
It cut into my shoulders,
stretched tight across my back,
and caved imy chest
so my breaths came in and out
as tiny puffs
of wretchedness.
Your criticism colored my face
a darker shade of brown
so you could hate it more,
blame it more,
see me as a monster of the night
instead of
a child of the light.
The lash of your tongue
and the beat of your
pious and
punishing drum
became the soundtrack of my
off track life.
Until I realized,
this is my life.
And you do not belong here.
Years I’ve spent
unraveling
the mangled mess
of your twisted mind,
extricating
myself from
your parasitic
embrace.
And as I’ve stripped myself
of all you want to think I am
or ought to be…
I found freedom.
I found breath.
I found a new home.
And you do not belong here.
