M.C

You shoved your opinions down my throat 

and demanded I think the same

and when I decided to speak out

you grabbed me by the hair

and demanded I never speak out of turn again.

Then you pulled me close to you

as if to comfort me through the night

but I couldn't feel heaven in your touch.

I couldn't feel safety or assurance

in those rough arms of yours.

You stroked the hair you devastated minutes ago

and told me you were only

protecting my heart and soul,

that it was for the best

that I listen to your defiled words.

You kissed my cheek

with those tainted lips of yours

and my body tensed

with fright.

I froze still,

afraid to shake underneath those 

unpleasant hands I called home. 

You told me again

to follow what you say

for your wisdom was superior than mines,

for I could never be anything but less than you,

for you loved me enough to care for me

and that nobody else would do the same

if not for you. 

Perhaps you were right.