Poems : A Collective

Cradled anger - 4

Do you understand the violence it took to become this kind?

How many broken glasses and screaming fits with those supposed to protect me I had to endure for this shit?

How many times I had to be bit and blamed,hit and shamed?

Violence raised me more then my mother did,
Violence cradled me in its clenched fists and raw throat.

Violence taught me how wicked it is to be in such a miserably angry rut of having no hope
Violence follows me like a shadow,wriggling itself into the cracks of my soul and poisoning my aching bones

Violence just won't let me be,y'know?

But I will remove all my claws
I want to remain kind despite my angered soul

I want to remain kind even with the pain that resides within like a bottomless hole

I want to remain kind even as my life is sucked away and so are all of my goals

I will remain kind even as violence rocks me gently to sleep, as gently as it can with its bulging veins and spit flying at my face

Ready to bludgeon me at a seconds grace, I will remain kind.