do you realize
how sick i get of hearing
how much he did for me
how much money he spent on me
the near million dollar house
or a new phone
new clothes
when i would trade it all
just to live somewhere
where i feel truly happy
"it's just your father"
i hear
after i yell at him
to get his hands
off my mother
"it's just your father"
i hear
after i yell at him
to stop breaking
everything in his sight
"it's just your father"
i hear
after he blatantly says
he will not come to my
wedding
if it's a girl or a muslim
or an african american
"it's just your father"
i hear
after he goes on shouting
on how worthless
and overweight
how useless i am
how "psychopathic" i am
how good for nothing i am
and you just sit there
and "clean the slate"
he tells me i have nothing
to be sad about
that i am spoiled
because we have
all the money i could want
and all the things i could have
except a family
that's actually real
and he does it to you too
the respect is nearly absent
one day it's a new coach purse
all just for you
the next he's swearing at you
saying he has control over you
because you're married to him
because you depend on him
because you're unemployed
and you need money for the 50 pills you swallow
to stay alive
so you forgive him
YOU ARE READING
Remnant Thoughts
PoezieThis is mostly vent poetry, but also some activism poetry and dialogue. Just a forewarning this is really edgelordy
