Those screeching tyres do nothing to rouse me from anger. I hope you know that right. The way I curl into the fetal position each night, to hide from you. To hide from your fist. Fight me then, fight me. A five year old girl. I will show you what it means to love. Do you feel guilt then? I felt as if I could scoop up the stars in my hand. A tiny sailboat in the cosmos, as far away from you as I could.
Because I dared to dream. I held a shovel in my hands, and threatened to hit you with it. But you were so much bigger than I: David v. Goliath, brother against kid. Why weren't you my protector? Why did you raise your fist?
Because, you'd say. Because.
You have power now. Are you happy?
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PoetryA poetry collection dedicated to the lessons bloomed from the face of adversity.
