Spite

What ever happened

Harsh word

Screaming voices

Raised hands

Shoving down

 

Why it happened

Slamming doors

Broken glass

Digested food

Coming up

 

What was said

Stupid

Fat

Pig

Too much

 

It didn’t matter

Spite began to show

No matter what

I could be

Exactly what

I was told not.

 

Someone says die

I cling to life harder

 

Someone says I can’t

I do it so much better

 

Spite is a leader

An enabler

A mentor for the weak

A partner for the strong

 

Spite

is what taught

me to live

This poem is about: 
Me

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