my mother always said,
that when i was younger
i had oppositional defiance.
i did the exact opposite of
what i was told.
i suppose it's coming in
handy now, though.
everyone thinks i should
be broken on the floor,
crying and hyperventilating.
i have never felt stronger.
you did not break me
when you laid your hands on me.
you did not shatter me.
no, you angered me,
and you made me more determined
then ever to live my life fully.
you, who tried to take my voice,
gave it back to me.
no, i will not be thanking you,
but yes, you were the spark
that ignited me.
i am angry, and i am forceful,
and i will not let the memory
of your leering voice,
your slick hands,
your glowering smirk,
take my identity away.
you see, i have oppositional defiance,
and i will not let you
have any fucking power.
you mean nothing to me.
you are nothing.
i am everything.
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