You tell me I'm worthless.
You tell me I can't comprehend as others comprehend.
I yearn to yell and defend myself.
But all I can do is whisper internally, "Help."
I am worthless? Am I worthless?
Did you know that I'm fatherless?
You often ask if this is how my parents raised me.
I raised myself while my mother worked overtime.
Scrubbing for a nickel and a dime.
So next time you degrade me, don't be surprised if I shout.
It's time for my voice to resonate.
Words will spew from my mouth.