In one, single breath
you USE my child
to convince me to stay
AND to threaten your way.
That ONE single gift
that you have held me leashed with
ever since.
Keeping it short
yanking me down
with despised words.
But your power is weak and feigned.
You cannot control me
any longer!
For I have lived life
under footsteps
as a doormat.
I am smashed,
worn in and filthy.
Mostly though,
I am rage filled.
No longer can you abuse my kindness
for weakness. No longer!
I will not bend and twist at your every demand.
The strings are cut.
I am nobodies puppet!
This you may not yet comprehend,
but I DO NOT NEED YOU!
I'll take your "burden"
my sweet daughter
that you threaten me with...
and we'll survive on our own.
So many others can
I will too!



I won't receive any more punctures from you,
mother.
Wallow in your own miserable filth
my hands are washed
of this unceasing bullshit.
Don't offer your help again.
I won't ask.