Hate
“I hate you,” she’d spit in his face,
But he didn’t care.
Still, she repeated it
                            Over
                                And
                                 Over.       
“I hate you,” she’d mutter
As her mom left a room,
Leaving her with him.
                                Oblivious,
                                     As always.
She’d say it every night,
                                     Every
                                        Single
                                           Night.
                             “I hate you”.
She blamed everybody,
But mostly she
                   Blamed
                       Herself.
“I hate you,” she’d whisper to her reflection.
“You’re weak.
You’re useless.
                      It’s all
                           Your
                              Fault.”
She was ashamed,
For cowering like a dog;
Rolling over in surrender.
For letting herself be trampled over,
And stepped on
Like dirt.
Like she was worth nothing…
Except,
    She was.
             She
                 Mattered.