Protection
Protection
You don’t know me
In fact at all.
Yet you raised me
Anger billowing inside my chest
up into my lungs, choking
my esophagus
and spat onto this paper.
I did not move away
far from home
and forget you.
I’m growing, changing, adulting
you can’t let go.
Emotionally invested, strangling
your daughter’s aspiration
with your defense being
protection.
When really,
you need be to protected
from yourself.
This poem is about:
Me