its a dart
that went too deep.
A cut, that can’t stop
bleeding.
How often it occurs,
you’d think it’d be a pain
that sends a pleasureful release.
But it angers.
Red. Burgundy. Black.
It’s a slap,
one I never see coming.
You make me boil with just
one word,
one phrase,
one gesture.
How?
It confuses me. Am I not worth
some respect?
Am I not worth
more than a curse?
Why?
Why do I allow this?
Am I so little that you must always
belittle,
ME?
ME. I’m worth
more. More than what I allow.
I
Am
Enough.
I
Am
Valuable. Too valuable to be treated this way.
So just remember.
I don’t need a hero.
I don’t need someone to come save me.
Because I can
Save
Myself
From
You.
As long as I remember
That I am strong.
I
Am
Enough.
I
Am
Valuable.
Too valuable to be treated this way.
