Fears
I’m afraid of spiders their hairy legs and relentless fangs
Afraid of the tallest heights looking down from the stairs
As if they are a 200 foot skyscraper
I’m afraid of shots like a small child first trip to the doctor
Sharp needles, small holes
Like puncture wounds they feel as if I've been stabbed by a knife
But will never hurt as bad as the words you say to me
Not even just the “no’s” to my wants and needs but the names you’ve titled me as
“Inconsiderate”, “selfish”, and “lazy”
Afraid of constant cursing and name calling everytime I come home for safety
You’ve raised 3 kids
One just like you
The other is me
And the small one is lost
But the words aren’t like shots
No, they’re the stains on my clothing
Staying no matter how many washes
The very depths of the grand canyon
In my heart your words lay
I’m afraid scars never go away
But I hope one day you realize
What you’ve done to me
This little girl you’ve destroyed
But thank God I was stronger than that
So I only have one thing left to say
Thank you for making me who I am today
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