Mentally, abused.
Emotionally, abused.
Physically, abused.
You made me believe I was stupid.
I could not make vital decisions because I thought I was stupid.
You said, "Don't ever talk. You're stupid. "
And because you were all I had in my life, I believed you.
No soul knew me better than you.
You thought you we're correct, didn't you?
Late nights, I cried an ocean of tears that flooded my pillow.
I thought of the ways I could take my soul and free myself from you.
I covered my face with the pillow.
I suffocated.
My lungs burned.
I couldn't take it.
Once again, another night, I failed and proved you right.
I wasn't good at anything.
While your talebearer friend sipped the tea I made, you rolled your eyes and said, "I wish I knew how to get rid of her".
You knew I could hear you but you found joy in hurting me.
You whipped me when I broke the cup.
You punched me when I disagreed with your niece.
You hit me in the eye with a wire because a girl who was academically brighter than me accused me of insulting her.
I pleaded with you not to believe her.
But because she was smarter, she was automatically right.
I couldn't see for a week and all I got from you was , "Make another mistake and you will never see again. "
Your whip left marks on my back.
You broke my finger because I closed the cabinet loudly.
You bullied me at home while I got bullied at school.
You made me feel like reaching puberty was a mistake.
You claimed my existence was a mistake.
Perhaps you being my mother was a mistake.
Are you really my mother or some psychotic bitch that adopted me?
Here I stand today.
Feeling emancipated and liberated from you.
I sleep smiling and I don't suffocate myself no longer.
I close the cabinets loudly when I'm angry and my fingers are intact.
Fuck you.
