in anger, you said you'd kill me
you were frustrated,
irked you could do little to belittle the rebel in me
you wondered aloud what was wrong with me
he said, sit with her, talk to her...
she'll tell you what's wrong
i didn't matter to you.
the ritual did
ritual that kept you from touching me.
you said you wouldn't come near me as you wanted to pray
Did your prayer matter to you more than that touch of love?
Did my ocean of tears not move you?
it brought forth my worst fears
that you wanted me dead before i was born.
It hurts all the more, because it was you who gave me life.
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