Every word you uttered to me
Was said with criticism
There was no love
Ever in your voice
Anything you said, you spat at me
With hate and vile and contempt
I was just a kid
I was 7 or 8 years old
I didn’t know this was wrong
I thought this was how every child was spoken to
Now many years later
I know that you were an abuser
You abused your position of power
Of trust
I was your play thing
Your punching bag
You, who was supposed to care for me, didn’t
Instead you used and abused me
You took every opportunity to criticize me
I hate you for what you did.